I was 35 at the time, a month had passed since I had the pleasure of a girl called Sol cuddled up me in bed. We had made love only twice but my mind was still spinning from the experience when I met Sandra.

Sandra never told me her age, I guessed from what she did tell me that she was a good 10 maybe 15 years older than me. Sandra was tall, blonde with large pretty brown eyes, wide hips and biggish breasts and didn't really look her age. She held a very senior role at a well known financial institution, Sandra was smart, sexy.

I had read somewhere that people in powerful positions are often submissive in the bedroom and I knocked this idea around in my head a few times before accepting Sandra invitation to her apartment and found out how wrong that notion was.

Through Sandra I learnt about obedience. I loved the feeling of anticipation, bent over as Sandra lifted my skirt to reveal my bare ass. The adrenalin rush of waiting for the sweet sting of ecstasy as she brought the cane down on my ass.

I loved the feeling of intimacy, bent over Sandra's lap as she shuffled my panties down and ran her hands over my buttocks lovingly, pushing her fingers into my soaking pussy before the spanking, her bare hand was best but sometimes she brought withher a paddle which hurt and pleasured like nothing I had experienced before.

Then there were the times when she bade me kneel between her open legs. I would gaze at her bare pussy, marvel at her thick vulva and prominant labia. Sandra shaved all but a dime sized remnant of blonde fuzz t the top to remind that she was a true blonde.

I would bury my face in her, lapping up her tangy juices which flowed like a broken faucet, sweet sticky delicious

 

I need to make something clear. Sandra and I were not lovers. Sometimes we had sex, sometimes not, well not in the conventional sense of the word, we did need each other but that isn't the same thing.

Nick had been lurking around the periphery for a few weeks before Sandra suggested we all go together back to hers. I didn't need to be introduced the first time, anyone who knew the movers and shakers would have known him. I guess Nick would have been a little older than Sandra but I have no idea whether there was anything really going on between them or if it was just a shared kink in which I was the missing piece.

" Stand there" those were Sandra's words to me after the small talk had been dispensed with. She pointed to a spot by the wall in her living room. Nick and Sandra stood a dew feet in front of me, sizing me up without saying a word. " Take your panties off Rachel " Sandra said, breaking the silence. I looked at her and then at Nick, my hesitation ringing out clearly in the silence of the room.
" Panties " Sandra repeated walking to a bureau which leant against another wall and picking up a Table Tennis bat which she twirled in her hand watching me, waiting.

I pulled my skirt up slightly and shuffled my panties down under the skirt and let them fall to my feet. A crisp white pair of cotton panties just as instructed. " Pull your skirt up Rachel" Sandra said " I want Nick to see you " I didn't hesitate this time, I pulled my skirt up holding it ther as both of them gazed at the mass of pubic hair " I told you she was hairy " Sandra giggled, Nick didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.

" Take your skirt off and then your top " Sandra was still twirling the bat in her hand. I unclipped my skirt allowing that to drop to the floor and then slipped my top off. I was wearing a black sheer bra, you could see my pale breasts and and large areolas through the fabric, my nipples solid and pushing against the constraint .

" Turn round " Sandra whispered handing the bat to Nick. I turned round to face wall and raised my arms. I could feel the two of then approach, I could feel the dampness which I knew was developing in Sandra's gusset, the stiffness in Nick's pants. My mouth felt bone dry and I could hardly speak at the thought of what was about to happen. There was an electric current of desire and anticipation which flowed between us. You could feel the static.

I waited, arms raised, forehead resting gently against the wall and then the first strike, a slap which resounded across the room, a scream from me " Shhhh" Sandra whispered in my ear. Then there was a second applied deftly to my other cheek. I cried out again and then a third.

I was breathless as Sandra gently turned me around. Nick was undressing, a noticeable bulge in his pants

" Kneel " Sandra hissed " Kneel "

 

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

 

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

 

There was a young lady of Harrow.
Who complained that her Cunt was too narrow,
For times without number
She would use a cucumber,
But could not accomplish a marrow.