Bonus post

I was searching through my computer documents and have found a chapter of Carla and Diane that I thought I had lost. It should have been the second part of the story. So, here it is :)

It had been a several weeks since Carla had moved in with Diane. At first it had been a little strange and difficult to get used living in someone else's house and following rules as if she were a teenager again. As time had gone on though, Carla had found that having rules and consequences for breaking them really helped her to focus on her responsibilities and taking care of herself. There was also a comfort in knowing someone cared where she was and what she was doing. Unlike the inconsistency and irrationality of the discipline she had experienced as a teenager, Diane was a loving and fair woman. Carla felt safe and taken care of in a way she never had before.

Carla had earned a number of punishments over the weeks, including a couple of hard spankings but she knew that Diane had been fair and overall their lives were quite peaceful. Carla loved their evenings of music and reading or watching a movie together. Her days of grabbing a takeaway meal after work were long gone. Home cooked meals sitting at a table and having conversation were now the norm. All in all Carla was happy in the place she now thought of as home and with a woman who she was beginning to adore as a mother she had never had.

Work was another story altogether. Although she had more than made up for her past mistakes with her new found diligence, she was finding the work more boring and meaningless than ever. On top of that she had two new team members she had to manage and their lack of knowledge, skill and motivation made her job twice as hard. She hated it, she concluded as she walked the last few metres home. 

By the time she pushed open the front door, Carla was in a foul mood. She was hot and tired and thoroughly fed up with her day. She had ended up staying over an hour later than she had intended, unexpectedly having to finish work one of her new team members was supposed to have completed. She had determined to give the new girl a piece of her mind in the morning.

'Hello little one. I was wondering what time you would make it home. How was your day?' Diane greeted her in the hallway. Carla scowled 'Awful. I have idiots working for me. Like it isn't bad enough I have idiots managing me too!' she growled as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag on the floor. Moving past Diane into the kitchen she opened the fridge looking for alcohol or chocolate or something comforting. Finding a chocolate bar she took it out and began to unwrap it. Diane raised her eyebrows 'I have just finished making dinner. I was waiting until you got home to serve. '

Carla felt like a child being told 'no sweeties before dinner'. She sighed and dramatically threw the chocolate back into the fridge. 'Fine. Whatever. I am not a child. I can eat chocolate if I want to. In fact I can eat chocolate for dinner if I want to! You don't get to tell me' what to do all the time. Just leave me' alone.' Carla strode out of the kitchen and into the living room where she launched herself headlong onto the sofa burying her head on a cushion and laying on her tummy.

She heard Diane follow her and then felt Diane's hand come down swiftly and painfully on her bottom which was protected by only the thin cotton of her panties and her summer dress.

Carla jumped up clutching her smacked bottom. 'Ow! What was that for?'

Diane shook her head. 'Carla I am sure you don't really have to ask do you? Speaking to me in that way? Hmm?' she looked sternly at the now red faced younger woman.

'Can't you ever just leave me' alone? Do I have to be good all the time?! Sometimes I want to eat chocolate and be in a bad mood. You don't have to bully me all the time' Carla sulked, sounding more like a moody teenager every second.

'Is that what I do little one? Bully you? And no you may not behave like that with me ever. I expect respect from you. If you wish to throw a tantrum you may go to your room and come out when you are able to behave yourself.'  Carla's inner grown up was screaming for her to shut up and behave. Unfortunately, Carla's inner child was far stronger this evening and was in full scale brat mode!

'I will not go to my room! I am not 15! I am going to eat dinner and maybe drink wine and I may even go out and enjoy myself for a change' Carla moved past Diane and back out to the fridge to retrieve her chocolate. As she moved towards the door Diane said 'Carla do not leave this room unless you are going upstairs to your room as I have told you.'

Ignoring Diane completely she walked into the kitchen opened the fridge and pulled out her chocolate. As she shut the door Diane was stood right behind her. 'Alright young lady. As you seem so insistent this evening you may have what you are so obviously asking for' Diane grabbed Carla by the upper arm and turned her over the wooden kitchen table behind them. Before she knew what was happening Carla felt her skirt being lifted and her panties lowered to her knees. Diane's hand firmly in her back prevented Carla from getting up or wriggling away.

Diane proceeded to deliver swift, hard smacks to Carla's bottom. Wherever her swat landed a red hand-print remained as evidence of its visitation. Carla yelped like a small child. 'Stop it's not fair! I don't want to be spanked!' To emphasise her point she kicked her left leg out behind her. Diane rewarded her with a volley of slaps to her thighs, making Carla cry out more but succeeding in stilling  the brat's legs.

When eventually Carla's complaints quietened, Diane began to lecture her. 'Carla you have behaved dreadfully this evening. If you insist on behaving like a small child I will certainly treat you like one. Tantrums are not allowed. Being rude to me is not allowed. ' As she scolded she continued to spank Carla's bottom a deep pink colour. Although Carla had calmed a little, Diane could tell from her body language that her little one was far from contrite. She made a decision to make her point a little clearer. She turned to the work top behind her and picked up a wooden spoon from the rack. It wasn't the largest spoon but it was capable of delivering a hard swat as Carla discovered. After a dozen spanks  Carla became vocal again but this time her tone was far more respectful. 'Please Diane don't spank me anymore. I am sorry. I won't talk to you like that again. Oww! I promise!'

Diane continued to deliver swat after swat to Carla's now very red bottom. She was satisfied that her charge was finally seeing the error of her ways but just to make sure she turned her attention to her thighs and allowed the spoon to work it's magic.

A few minutes later a very sorry and very sore bottomed Carla was allowed to raise herself from the table. She was red faced and tearful. 'I am sorry ma'am. Really sorry. I won't behave like that again.'

Diane took Carla into her arms and stroked her hair. 'Little one. It is in the nature of the brat to repeat bad behaviour. Luckily it is the nature of this Top to consistently punish it! Now pull up your panties and let's go and sit down and talk for a while'

Carla pulled a face. 'Sit ma'am?!' Diane laughed as Carla pulled up her panties and pulled down her dress. She took her hand and lead her into the living room. She sat Carla in the soft sofa,  placing cushions so that she would be as comfortable as she could be considering recent events.

Diane then sat next to Carla who immediately put her head on Diane's shoulder. Diane kissed the top of her head and asked 'So little one are you ready to tell me what all that is about? I am pretty certain it wasn't about chocolate.' At that they both giggled. 'I am sorry Diane. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.'

'No you shouldn't but it has been dealt with so now we can move on. I want to know what has you so upset?'

Carla sighed 'You will think I am silly'

'Tantrums are silly my dear. Something which is upsetting you could never be silly to me.'

Carla smiled. She had never had someone who was so interested in her well being before and she was still getting used to how good it felt. She moved a little and winced as her burning behind reminded her that some parts of being loved feel better than others!

'I hate my job!' she blurted quickly. Then immediately feeling foolish, she blushed.

'Ok ' Diane said slowly. 'Tell me' more'

The Holiday. Part 6

Sophie stood back and admired the finished garden. She turned and gave the thumbs up to her employee, Martin, who flicked the switch in the sun lounge that started a pump which set the water feature into action. A miniature waterfall ran into a large round pond making a relaxing trickling sound. Sophie looked at it critically and rearranged a couple of the rocks to ensure a more even flow. She was filthy, cold and tired and extremely happy that this project was finally over and on time too.

Mrs Johnson came outside to look at her new garden. ‘Oh Sophie it’s beautiful! You and Martin have done such a great job. You’ve definitely earned your holiday.’

Sophie ran her hands through her short sandy coloured hair and laughed ‘Well I won’t argue with you there. I don’t mind if I don’t see a garden fork for a week or so.’

Cheque in hand, Sophie and Martin climbed into their van and began the short journey to their respective homes.

‘So you plan a week in bed with the wife then? Or has being married for a year put an end to those sorts of activities’? Martin teased.

‘In your dreams jealous guy. We can still rock under the sheets, nothing has changed there. Thank you so much for your concern.’

‘Well I’m just looking out for your welfare. I would hate you two love birds to become victims of that well known disease, Lesbian Bed Death.’ He said making a comical horror face.

‘Uh huh, right. So you going to have a week of debauchery picking up stray young men on Canal Street then?’ Sophie said referring to the main run of Manchester’s Gay Village.

‘Well my darling if there are young men out there needing a little guidance from a handsome stranger who am I to deny them.’ Martin said flicking his hair in a deliberately feminine gesture.

Sophie shook her head. She had known Martin since high school. They had lost touch for a while but when her landscaping business had taken off he had applied for the junior design post and Sophie had been thankful ever since that she had taken him on. Not only did he have a great eye for design, he worked hard and they had become very close friends. He had been a witness at her Civil Partnership ceremony the previous year and a firm support to both her and Meghan during their 5 year relationship. He was also the only person outside of their marriage who knew about the discipline dynamic between the two of them.

Megan was a high school teacher, a good one. She was dedicated to her students and spent a lot of her free time volunteering with local youth groups and tutoring students who had been excluded from school. Sophie was very proud of her and was in awe of her seemingly endless patience. She had also been in awe of Megan’s ability to maintain discipline amongst a class of rowdy 16 year olds, that was until the day Megan began to wield a form of that discipline over Sophie in their home!

Sophie was more than aware of the punishments she could expect from her darling Meg if she broke any of their rules. Her bottom had been the recipient of many a spanking. When Sophie had first admitted this to Martin she had been acutely embarrassed but since she was unable hide the fact that she couldn’t sit down that day it had become difficult to come up with another explanation. Besides she trusted him like a brother and thought that he had probably seen more of life than she could imagine anyway! Martin had laughed uncontrollably. Not out of malice but at pure delight that Megan could control his somewhat temperamental friend. When he had next seen Meg he had hugged her and whispered in her ear ‘Good for you. I’ve thought for so long she needed her little behind tanning. You have to marry her now!’

Martin took pleasure in ribbing Sophie about her behaviour and when they had disagreements at work he would often threaten to rat her out to Megan. Sophie’s response was usually to throw something at him but secretly she was happy that she could share this part of her life with him. Sometimes it was hard keeping such a large part of her identity hidden.

This next week she was looking forward to spending time with other couples who thought of Domestic Discipline as ‘normal’. She wouldn’t have to worry whether someone could overhear her being scolded or could hear her being punished. She remembered the embarrassment of staying at an Inn one Easter time and having had the occupants in the room next door come and ask if everything was OK when they overheard a spanking. Strangely Megan had been unmoved and had simply told the couple that she was correcting her girlfriend’s bad behaviour. She was amused by Sophie’s embarrassment and had made her go to breakfast and face them the next day as part of her punishment. She never wanted to repeat that ordeal again!

Sophie pulled the van up outside her Victorian terraced house. They had looked for months to find a terrace with enough original features and a garden before they had found their perfect home in the heart of Chorlton. It was a small area with a diverse population and a thriving gay community, plenty of pavement cafes and a good social life, Sophie and Megan loved living there. The house still needed some work but it was a labour of love so neither minded spending their free time covered in paint.

‘Have a great holiday Soph’. I hope you manage to stay out of trouble so your behind is relatively unscathed when you get back. Somehow, knowing you though I doubt it!’

Sophie made a rude hand gesture to Martin and then blew him a kiss before he laughed and drove away. Sophie turned and walked up the short path to her home and her wife and their much needed holiday.

The Holiday. Part 5

Packing her notebook computer and several text books in her case, Cassie grumped  that she had little weight allowance left for clothes. Julia stood by, her arms folded and patience running out. They had to leave for the airport in less than half an hour. She was already fully packed and dressed. Her case stood beside the front door and she had tickets, passports and money safely stowed in her hand luggage. As usual her disorganized, younger lover had left everything until the last minute. She had been late home from the University, getting caught up with fellow students and losing track of time, again. As Cassie lobbed a shoe across the room in temper, Julia had finally had enough. She turned to the drawer on her left and pulled out a thick, brown, leather belt.

‘Come here Cassie. NOW’

Looking at her and seeing the belt for the first time. Cassie’s face drained of colour.

‘Jules, I’m sorreee. I didn’t mean it. I’ll hurry up. Please don’t spank me now.’ She whined but made her way to where Julia stood.

‘Get your jeans down and get over the end of that bed. I have had enough of you today. This is supposed to be a relaxing holiday and it is starting out with total stress all because of your behaviour and I am going to stop it now.’

Looking miserable, Cassie did as she was told. Bent over the bed with her bare bottom stuck high in the air she waited for the first stroke.

As usual it came hard, fast and accurately. Cassie yelped as each stroke fell across her round buttocks leaving bright red welts. Julia delivered the punishment rapidly, acutely aware of the ticking clock. Twenty strokes later Julia had finished and Cassie was hopping from one foot to another her hands trying desperately to bring some relief to her throbbing butt.

‘Right. Put another pair of jeans and those tee-shirts in your case. You’ll need another pair of sweats too. Then by my count you should have plenty to get you through the week. I’ve got a couple of extra sweaters in my case if you need them. OK?’

‘Yes ma’am,’ sniffed Cassie. Julia gave her a quick hug and then turned to leave the room.

‘Five minutes Cass then I’m getting the belt out again and you won’t be able to sit the whole trip!’

Quickly Cassie finished packing without any further fuss or comment. She closed the case and lugged it down the stairs into the apartment block’s hallway.

Shortly after they were both seated in the cab making their way to JFK airport for their flight to Manchester, England. From there they would hire a car and make the rest of the journey to the North and their destination; Keswick in the Lake District. Julia had visited the UK before. She had spent a year at a university in Liverpool. This would be Cassie’s first trip and now that the stress of the packing was over she felt the excitement that had been building in the preceding weeks.

She shifted in her seat, the pain of her recent spanking making her uncomfortable. Julia smiled at her fidgeting lover, well aware of why she was wriggling in her seat.

‘Next time maybe you’ll be on time miss?’ She murmured sternly

Cassie nodded looking at Julia with what she hoped looked like the eyes of an innocent angel. Julia laughed thinking she looked more like a guilty puppy.

‘I can see you are going to be a handful this week. I may have left my instruments of correction at home but you can be sure that Sarah will have some I can borrow if I need to demonstrate my displeasure.’

Cassie groaned knowing that she was going to be under Julia’s scrutiny 24 hours a day for the next week. There would be no sneaking of and goofing around with her friends at University. There was no way she could behave well for a week, was there?

The Holiday. Part 4

In the kitchen, Charlotte and Sarah were working well into the evening with their cook Denise, to double check the menus and cross check their ingredient’s store to ensure the kitchen would run smoothly. Denise had worked in some very busy kitchens in her 15 year cheffing career  so was confident that she could handle a breakfast and dinner serving for a maximum of 10 guests, in this much smaller establishment. She wouldn’t be paid as much as her previous post but the chance to be in full control and to work in an environment that was not only all lesbian but also an establishment that catered for those who shared her passion for discipline, was too good to miss.

At 9pm, Sarah declared that they should finish for the evening. Denise bid them farewell and said she would be back early tomorrow to make fresh cookies and bread for the arrival of the guests. Charlotte thanked her for all of her help and hugged her good night.

When they were alone, Sarah said ‘Come on let’s go through to the lounge and light a fire.’ Charlotte eagerly agreed. They walked through the hall, no longer noticing the decorative paddles on the wall or the umbrella stand which held various canes, some quite beautifully decorated by a local craftswoman.

They entered a large lounge which was furnished with overstuffed couches and armchairs. The prints on the walls were Victorian drawings of various scenes of corporal punishment, most involving two women but some depicting a stern schoolmaster and errant schoolboy. The floor was made of oak boards and had several good quality rugs scattered around. The large fireplace surround was an original feature with an oak beam above and decorative tiles around the cast iron fire grid. Sarah set about making up a fire using kindling before adding the coal. Charlotte poured them each a glass of red wine and settled back into one of the couches closest to the fire.

Several minutes later they were both snuggled in front of a warm fire. The room was lit only with a small table lamp, the only sound the occasional crackle of the coal. Charlotte’s head nuzzled against Sarah’s shoulder. ‘This is wonderful. I wish I could just relax and enjoy it but I’m too nervous about tomorrow. What if everyone doesn’t get along in real life?’ Charlotte fretted.

‘Real life?’ Sarah questioned

‘You know what I mean. The internet is kind of unreal isn’t it? We only let people see what we want them to see about us. Now we are about to spend a week trying to entertain a group we really barely know.’

‘Well look at it this way at least we know these guests a little. In future we will be entertaining complete strangers!’

‘Somehow I find that less worrying. Trying to make a good impression on people I think of as friends is more important than total strangers. There was a time not too long ago when I felt that only those on the end of my keyboard really understood me. I feel so very grateful to them for that.’

‘I know honey. Things will be OK. We are together. If anyone gets out of line I’ll march through the house with my senior cane and make them very sorry’ Sarah grinned evilly.

Charlotte laughed ‘Yes you would too. I can just imagine it. Mistress of the house.’ Her eyes darkened as she looked at her partner. She ran her tongue across her lips. Sarah sensed her arousal and leaned in to kiss her. She placed her hand behind her head and fisted Charlotte’s hair in her fingers. Charlotte gasped as Sarah deepened the kiss and moved her other hand up to the front of her shirt and cupped Charlotte’s breast. Moaning, Charlotte helped undo her buttons and pulled her shirt from her body. Sarah moved both of her hands to Charlotte’s jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Pulling them and her panties down and off, she threw them to the floor. Charlotte removed her bra and immediately Sarah took a nipple hungrily into her mouth. Charlotte gasped and leant back into the couch. Sarah’s right hand went forcefully between Charlotte’s legs, feeling her sex and the moisture that was just for her. She brought her hand to her face and breathed in Charlotte’s scent. She put her fingers to Charlotte’s lips and allowed her lover to suck her own juices from her fingers.

Sarah could stand to wait no longer. She put both arms around Charlotte’s thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the seat. She sank her face into Charlotte, plunging her tongue deeply inside her. Charlotte cried out and grabbed the arm of the couch, digging her fingers into the rough fabric and snapping her eyes shut. ‘Oh God Sarah I need you so much. Please take me, completely. Please I need to feel you inside me’ Without any further encouragement Sarah slipped one finger and then another inside Charlotte’s slippery opening. As Charlotte rose to meet her lover’s fingers Sarah slipped a third finger inside and let her thumb travel to hard nub of Charlotte’s clit. She began rhythmically to push deeper inside as she massaged her outside. Charlotte’s hips worked in perfect harmony. Faster and faster, she began to cry out. ‘Open your eyes and look at me’ Sarah commanded ‘I want you to see me touching you when you come. Who do you belong to?’

‘You. Always you my love’ Charlotte gasped. As the couple locked eyes Charlotte cried out and shuddered. ‘Oh God. Always, always you.’

Sarah left her fingers inside her spent lover revelling in the feeling of her orgasm, the muscles clamping her fingers together. The scent of Charlotte all around her. ‘That’s right my darling girl. Mine. Always. Remember that and we can do anything together.’ Gathering her naked lover in her arms she kissed her again. She pulled a blanket from the back of the seating and covered them both. With Charlotte’s head against her chest she rested her chin on the top of her head and exhausted they both fell asleep.

The Holiday Part 3

Sandy stamped the worst of the mud from her work boots as she left the building site and approached her van. She opened the driver’s door and threw her hard hat and clipboard onto the passenger seat. She spent a moment removing her high visibility jacket and running her hand through her short blonde hair. Once behind the wheel she blew out a sigh of relief. A week away from the chaos. Fantastic! She tried to ignore the nagging worries that things would go awry whilst she was away. A control nut by nature she liked to visit her projects on a daily basis. Her partner, Cheryl, constantly nagged her to give up more of the day to day running of the company to her business partner, Gary. Sandy knew that she should but found that even when Gary was doing his job she couldn’t quite leave him to it, nothing to do with his competence and everything to do with her obsessive nature.

Sandy sped down the motorway towards home. She imagined a hot bath a meal and bed. She wanted to be up early in the morning to make the journey up the motorway and get to the Lakes in good time. She had every intention of making the most of this holiday. Cheryl had a client this evening so it would be up to Sandy to finish packing for them both. Cheryl was a talented photographer and the couple she was seeing this evening were coming to view the photographs from their Civil Partnership. Sandy knew from experience that those meetings could go on for hours. Cheryl was endlessly patient as clients chose from the hundreds of pictures for their albums.

Sandy pulled her dirty, utilitarian van behind her lover’s clean and tidy BMW. It was an older model but Cheryl loved her car and kept it immaculate. Woe betide Sandy if she ever tried to get in it with her dirty work boots. That had happened only once and Sandy had ended up with a very sore rear after Cheryl had finished with her.

Cheryl was in her office sitting in front of her computer putting the finishing touches to her digital images before the arrival of her customers.

‘Hey honey. How was your day? Get finished at the site?’

Kissing the top of Cheryl’s head as she came up behind her she replied ‘Yes. As much as I could anyway. The rest is up to Gary. I’m on holiday!’

‘Yes. Well I’m not yet, so shoo woman and leave me to this, the Evans couple will be here in half an hour and I want to be ready. Make yourself useful and stick something in the oven for dinner will you?’

‘Certainly, would you like me to bathe first or are you happy for me to chef in my filthy work gear?’ Sandy smiled cheekily.

‘Mmm. I kind of like you dirty’ Cheryl said as she turned her swivel chair to face her lover and put her arms around her waist pulling her down for a kiss, ‘but I’d rather have you clean while your cooking for me.’ she laughed as she pushed Sandy out towards the office door and landed a smack on her jean clad bottom.

‘Ow, you’re such a harsh woman’ Sandy pouted as she scooted towards the bathroom.

‘Just you wait until I’ve got you all to myself for a whole week. I’ll soon have you behaving. You have been so disobedient lately I think your bottom is going to need some special treatment whilst we are away.’ Cheryl called after her. She couldn’t wait to follow through on that promise. Now back to work, just one more meeting then we’re free.

 

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The Holiday Part 2

Louise entered the meeting room, thankful that this was her last day before a week long holiday. The last few months had been a long slog and she really needed the break. As she took her seat the other ten people in the room turned their head towards her and the chatter stopped. Each member of the team had worked for Louise for a year or more and each was well aware of her lack of patience for time wasting when there were deadlines approaching. Louise opened her folder and asked for an update from each of them. As they began a round robin of updating their manager, each person kept it short and to the point. Editorials were kept to a minimum. Each had learned that Louise ran a tight ship, either by watching others or through the humiliation of having been dressed down by her at some stage.

Everything about the smartly attired and immaculately turned out woman screamed that she was in control, that she knew where she and the business were going and dared anyone to get in her way.

When the updates were finished, Louise assigned tasks and deadlines to all who were present and left instructions for those who were out of the office. She passed several documents to her second in command and told him that she would e-mail him anything else he needed. With that she announced the meeting’s end and rose to leave. As she walked through the door her mobile phone vibrated in her bag. She put her files back down and rummaged to find her phone. It was her personal phone not her work mobile which surprised her. Usually at this time in the afternoon the only calls she received were business.

‘Hello?’

‘Hey Lou’ it’s me. Are you still at the office?’ the deep, husky voice of her lover ,Cindy, asked.

‘Hi you. Yes. Hold on a second’ Louise waited for the last of her staff to leave the room and then shut the door. ‘Sorry. I had the team in here. What’s up?’

‘I’m just checking up on you. You promised to try and leave by 3pm this afternoon and take the dogs to the kennels remember?’

Louise quickly checked the clock on the wall, 3.20pm. She had forgotten. Not a great start to their holiday. ‘I’m just leaving now. I’ll be home in an hour. Still loads of time to get them there before it closes.’ She gushed.

‘Hmm. You’d forgotten hadn’t you?’ Cindy asked sternly

‘Well things are a bit mad here. I have to make sure that everything is handed over and that the accounts are taken care of’ Louise explained.

‘I don’t believe that is what I asked young lady. You promised me that you would let your staff get on with their jobs and you would get home where I need you right now.’

Louise knew better than to argue at this point ‘Yes Cindy, I forgot, sorry. I’m on my way.’

‘I hope so for your sake or you will be travelling to the guest house with a very sore bottom.’ Cindy warned as she ended the call.

Louise put her phone back into her bag and picked up her papers. She sighed and wondered what her team would think if they knew that the office was the only place she was in-charge. At home there was no doubt that her beloved Cindy was in control!

She wondered what the next week would bring. She didn’t know much about where they were going as Cindy had organised it all. and been quite secretive about it. She knew that an internet friend of Cindy’s had opened a women’s guest house somewhere in the Lake District. Louise was hoping for great views and some peace and quiet. At least she knew she probably wouldn’t get spanked too often as there wouldn’t be much in the way of privacy. Sometimes she thought she would quite like to get through a week without a spanking but in reality she knew that it was going over Cindy’s knee that kept her feeling loved and stable and a week without it would be pretty tough.

She reached her car and used the remote locking to enter her new Audi. She smiled as always as she slipped behind the wheel. Working long hours had a few benefits she thought as the engine roared to life and she began her journey home.

Cindy sat at her computer and drafted a final e-mail to Sarah to let her know their estimated arrival time the next day. She pressed send and then shut it down. She wouldn’t need that for the next week. Her small group of internet friends would all be together for the first time since they had begun chatting on line nearly two years earlier. Cindy was filled with excitement and apprehension. How would they all get on in the same house together for a week? They didn’t even know what each other looked like. In fact it was only recently that they knew each others real names. On the chat forums they had used pseudonyms in order to protect their privacy. Now they were only 24 hours away from being able to talk face to face and give each other a real hug rather than a smiley!

Sarah and Charlotte had talked about opening a guest house for women like themselves for a long time. It had never seemed like it could become a reality but then Sarah had been made redundant from work and had received a large payout. With that and a loan from the bank their dream was about to become reality.

Cindy hadn’t told Louise all of the details about the guest house. She thought she would surprise her. She hadn’t been as active on the forum but she did know all the people she was about to meet. Cindy smiled as she imagined Louise thinking that this week she was unlikely to get punished. On all their previous vacations it had been difficult to practice discipline fully as neither of them liked the idea of the neighbouring hotel rooms hearing them. This week would be different. The entire clientele of this guest house would not blink an eye to see someone getting a spanking as they would be too busy giving or receiving their own!

Cindy had just gone upstairs to finish packing when she heard the front door open and Louise shout ‘Hi. It’s me. The traffic wasn’t bad so I made it in plenty of time.’

‘I’m up in the bedroom. Come on up.’

Louise threw her briefcase in the office as she passed and hung her coat on the rack in the hallway. She bounced up the stairs eager as always to see her red haired lover. She rushed into the bedroom and threw her arms around Cindy ‘Holiday! No more work for a whole week.’ She stepped back and began stripping off her work persona. The court shoes, stockings and grey business suit were soon strewn over the bed and she was in the cupboard seeking out her sweats and tee-shirt. Cindy tried to hide the smile she felt watching her 30 year old lover become like a 10 year old child bouncing with excitement.

‘Louise’ she said sternly. ‘Look at the mess you’ve made and you have been in the house less than 2 minutes! I am trying to get things organised to pack here and you’ve just thrown your suit on top of the holiday clothes.

‘Oops, sorry’ Louise said as dressed only in tee-shirt and panties she grabbed her dirty clothes from the bed and put them in the laundry hamper.

‘I need you to calm down and get the dogs to the kennels. Then I want you to pop next door and give Kerry the spare keys in case the alarm goes off or anything while we are away. OK?’

Still bobbing from foot to foot, Louise smiled ‘Yep, I can do that.’

‘Hmm. I think a little calming and motivation may be in order,’ Cindy said ‘come over here.’

Louise walked over to Cindy who grabbed her arm and placing one foot on the bed she swung Louise over her knee and lowered her panties. She delivered 10 swift hard smacks to each cheek, making Louise yelp and leaving her hand print clearly visible.

‘Now. That’s for me having to chase you to come home miss.’ Standing up and rubbing her bottom Louise pouted ‘Yes Cindy. Sorry ma’am’

‘Now finish getting dressed and get out of here before the kennel closes and we are left with our two precious pooches instead of being able to get on the road tomorrow morning.’ Cindy kissed Louise on the nose making her smile. Louise responded leaning in for a proper kiss and being rewarded with a long, hot kiss. Cindy cupping Louise’s freshly spanked bottom in her hands.

The Holiday Part 1

Charlotte smoothed the new white Egyptian cotton duvet cover with her hand. Finally the last bed was made. She stood back and admired the crisp, clean covers and new fluffy pillows. The whole room smelled new and looked fantastic, as did the other four rooms of the newly renovated guesthouse.

‘Charlie are you done in there yet?’ a harried voice shouted from across the corridor. ‘I still have to go into town to the bank and then on to the wholesalers. I’ve got a list of things I need you to do.’

Walking towards Sarah’s voice Charlotte answered ‘Yes hon. The bedrooms are pretty much finished. Do you want to come and take a look? Where are you anyway?’ she asked when the hall appeared empty.

‘I’m here’ Sarah puffed as she got up from her prone position on the floor, holding a hammer, her hair falling out of the loose ponytail she had hastily arranged when she had woken early this morning. A smudge of coal dust covered her cheek. ‘I was just making sure those wires were pinned along the skirting’.

Charlotte smiled at the dirty faced, unkempt woman whose features were etched with worry. ‘Sarah, everything will be OK. We are nearly ready and we still have another day. You need to try and chill just a little otherwise you are going to be a wreck before the guests arrive!’

‘I’m already a wreck. God we must be insane. Everything we own is on the line here, what if this is a huge mistake?’ she asked putting down the hammer and putting her arms around her wife.

Charlotte kissed her nose ‘I see you brought fresh coal into the lounge?’ she said laughing and rubbing the dust from Sarah’s face.

‘Oh yeah. Don’t change the subject on me. You always try and change the subject.’ Sarah grumped.

‘Well, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to try out one of these nice new beds.’ Charlotte said moving her hands up to Sarah’s breasts and moving her thumbs slowly over her nipples.

‘Oooh no,’ Sarah gasped grabbing her wrists. ‘We still have a lot to do missy, now show me these rooms and you better hope they pass my rigorous standards!’ she smirked as she turned Charlotte round and patted her rear.

‘Yes miss’ Charlotte giggled.

When Sarah entered the first room she couldn’t stop an enormous grin from spreading across her face. She took in the immaculate space. The thick carpet and luxurious curtains, the new oak furniture, the crisp bed linen. The usual tea and coffee making facilities but a little special with the numerous choice of teas, good quality coffee and extras such as hot chocolate, biscuits and little candies. There were tasteful prints on the wall of local mountain scenes. Each of the bedrooms had a slightly different design using different wood for the furniture, different colour schemes and prints but each was equally comfortable with the touch of luxury that people wanted when they were on vacation.

In the bathroom the towels were extra thick and fluffy. There were white gowns and bathroom slippers. The tubs could easily accommodate two, as could the walk in shower. The marble floor was made warm by the under floor heating. Out of each window throughout the house could be seen a different view of the surrounding hills or the lake which stood 50 metres from the front of the house.

Sarah put her arm around Charlotte’s waist and pulled her close. ‘Oh baby, you have done a hell of a job. It looks great.’ She looked longingly at the bed and wished they could just pull the duvet back and climb in. She couldn’t remember the last time they had had a lazy day making love and sleeping. What she wouldn’t give…..

‘Thanks. You haven’t seen it all yet.’ Charlotte said as she walked over to the wardrobe in the corner. On first glimpse this room was not unlike any other you would find in a first class guest house. However, on closer inspection there were items that you would be unlikely to find in any ordinary hotel.

Charlotte opened the wardrobe and inside it was full of leather straps of various sizes, a number of handcuffs and restraints, paddles made of wood, lexan and leather, lexan and rattan canes of varying thickness, rubber and leather floggers and a number of crops. One shelf contained nothing but new dildos, vibrators and butt plugs of different lengths and thickness.

Charlotte then walked towards the back wall of the room and pointed out two metal D rings that had been attached above head height and arms width apart. Similar rings had been placed at the head and foot of the bed and on the legs of the arm chair. In the bathroom Charlotte opened the cupboard under the sink to reveal a number of new blocks of soap. Sarah nodded her approval. Walking back into the bedroom she said ‘Well that should certainly be enough to take care of any naughty girls who need to be dealt with whilst they are here. Have you placed the other items around the house yet?’

‘No that’s my next job.’

Sarah crossed back to the wardrobe and chose one of the canes. She stood flexing it. Appreciating its weight and knowing exactly how it should be administered to have the greatest affect on a miscreant’s bottom. She looked over at Charlotte with a gleam in her eye. ‘Maybe we should try all these toys out and make sure they are in working order.’

Charlotte backed towards the bedroom door, her hands protecting her rear. ‘Erm I don’t think that is necessary my love. I’m pretty sure everything will work just fine.’

‘Hmm. Maybe so’ Sarah placed the cane back in position and closed the wardrobe door ‘I know where it is if all your chores are not finished on time, don’t I?’ she smiled.

Charlotte headed out of the door and back into the hallway before Sarah changed her mind.

They both then had a walk through the rest of the guest rooms. Everything was ready. Now they had to focus on the final touches to the communal areas and get the food shopping. They held hands as they walked down the stairs, each lost in their own thoughts of what the future and in particular this next week would bring.