Chapter 1

 

I was at home working on my latest book when the phone rang. My wife, Beth, was out for the afternoon, and though most of the calls we get are for her, I picked up the receiver.

"Hello," I said with a voice I wanted to sound as though I had just been disturbed.

"Hi, it's Dawn here."

"Hi Dawn, how are you?" Dawn is one of Beth's close friends. They've known each other for over 20 years and don't have many secrets between them.

"I'm fine, how are you?" Her voice, I thought, sounded a bit apprehensive.

"Okay. Beth isn't here right now; do you want me to get her to call you when she comes back?"

"Actually it was you I wanted to talk to." Dawn rushed the words a little, as if nervous.

"Okay, what can I do for you? You sound sort of apprehensive - is everything alright?"

"Well, you know Beth and I share a lot of secrets and so on, well, she suggested I call you over a little problem I have."

"Okay. Why don't you just cut to the chase?"

"Well, I don't know if Beth has told you, but I've been running up some debts for a while now and they've finally got to the point where I can't manage them anymore. I'm sort of in a position where I could lose my little home if I can't find a way to earn more money."

"Right, that's a fairly common problem in today's world. So how did Beth say I could help you?"

"Well, I've already got two jobs and I can't bear the thought of looking for a third, let alone find the hours to do it, so I was talking to Beth and she said you might be able to help. She told me what you are into, which actually surprised me. It surprised me more when she told me she was into it as well, and that between you, you'd managed to pay off a lot of your own mortgage over time with it."

"Did she now, so what can I do for you?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd consider helping me by letting me earn some money by getting involved in what you two do."

"I see. Well, Beth and I have spent time talking and putting things into action and for what it's worth, we seem to be into something that does make money. So, exactly what is your suggestion?" I knew damn well what she was suggesting but I knew it would make my cock harder to hear her say it.

"What I'm asking is whether you would both consider the option of me becoming one of your models, if that's the right word."

"It's a word, but to be frank, I'm not sure if you understand what my models have to do and, whether it would be right for you, from what I know of you." My cock was hard now, waiting for her next response.

"From what Beth has told me, you spank people on camera and then you write stories about what happens."

"That's some of it. There's more if you want to get involved, but it's a start."

"I see, well, I'm interested if you think I'll be up for it."

"That's a difficult one. I've been down this route with others who I thought would be really good, but they weren't, and then just occasionally someone comes along who I don't think it will work with but they excel at it."

"And me?"

"I have no idea. You're at the top of the age range I usually work with, but hey, MILFs may be worth branching out into. Have you ever been involved in spanking and the like before?"

"Not for years. I did have a boyfriend before I knew Beth. He liked pulling me over his lap and taking my panties down to spank me. It got him all worked up and the sex afterwards was always hot, but the actual spanking didn't really do much for me. That, though, was twenty-five years ago and things have changed. I think now it's a question of needs must."

"Okay, well lets take it one step at a time. Are you free tomorrow at any point?"

"It's Saturday, isn't it? Yes I can make any time in the afternoon."

"Okay, well come over at two, and we'll go through things with you in more depth. Then, if you want to proceed, I usually give new models a fairly short taster of what's to come, a sort of audition. Oh, and finally, dress in the way you think is appropriate."

"Okay, I'll do that, and thanks, Richard. See you tomorrow."

"And Beth, she'll be here."

"Oh, right, I hadn't figured she'd be around."

"Oh yes, I always like her to be on hand. It works for me and a lot of models prefer another female to be around."

"I guess I can see the sense in that. See you tomorrow."

I hung the phone up and dialled Beth. She answered on the third ring, and I told her the conversation I'd just had.

"Yes," she replied, "I hoped she'd call you. I told her we might be able to help her, if she helped us. I know she needs to make a fair bit of money on a weekly basis, so she could be a good prospect for us - if we can get what we want out of her, and make a good story. As she called I guess she's decided it's a good idea."

"Has she ever indicated to you she's into this stuff?"

"Not before she asked whether I knew what else she could do to make money and I outlined how we have found away to make money and that we might be able to help her, and then she just said she'd think about it. As we only talked about it yesterday, I guess she didn't have to think for long."

"Okay, well that gives me something to chew on."

"Good, I'll be back in an hour - maybe I should earn some money too."

"Okay, if you want to."

"Yes, I'm in the mood. Can't have you spending all your energy on my friends, can I?"

"Okay, see you in an hour or so."

I knew Beth had been shopping - nothing glamorous - just the weekly food shop. But she liked to drag it out with a coffee and a trip to the nail studio. I spent the next hour wondering what Beth would want to do. Part of the 'earning money' scenario was her coming up with the scene or setting and what would take place - that would all be videoed so I could watch it back later and turn it into a story. It's what we had been doing for a few years now and it made us more money than any 9 to 5 job could, and it was more fun. I guess it was a lucky combination of talent - her willing and attractive, sexy body and my imagination and way with words. It had worked time and again - and it gave us a very active sex life, lots of fun and we were both happy with our lifestyle. Some of our friends would probably disown us if they knew exactly what we did to make money but there are a few, like Dawn, who over the years we've come to give them an insight and some have now become actively involved. Actually there are probably ten or more women of varying ages who have got involved and I guess you could say the benefit is mutual.

I heard the key to the front door while I was sat in the living room reading through a few pages of a novel I'd been writing earlier in the day. Beth took whatever she was carrying through to the kitchen and then returned to the lounge.

"So, Dawn's coming over at two," she said. "Do you want me here or disappeared."

"I said you'd be here, but it's up to you."

"Has she indicated what she wants to do?"

"No. I said we'd run through things when she got here and then I'd give her a sort of audition to see if she's up to it. I thought I'd use the garden studio for that. Now the weather is warm it's good for the sake of variety."

"Mmm, ropes, a bit of spanking, fingering, toys, and more? I might fancy something like that," Beth licked her lips salaciously.

"I'm not sure about Dawn. See how she reacts tomorrow. She might go off the idea completely."

"Or she might just get as turned on as I am," Beth purred. "Take me up the studio, Richard, now. I need it."

"Okay. You probably need to get out of those trousers and put a skirt on. I'll see you up there in five. There are a few things I need to get ready."

Beth winked and left the room.

Our so-called studio is really just a high-end version of a shed and is situated at the bottom of the garden, about 200 feet from the house and secluded. It's also very big, so there is plenty of space. I have divided it into effectively a small tool shed where I store the usual tools, lawn mower and so on, and a much larger studio which has been insulated, has electricity and a window as well as its own separate door to the tool section.

I'd been half-expecting Beth to want to go up to the studio for some fun so I had a bag prepared just in case. I'd left it just outside the kitchen door and picked it up on my way up the garden to unlock the studio door.

Beth was less than five minutes behind me. My iPhone was already in position, recording what was about to happen. I saw her walking up the path. I guessed she'd left her bra in the house, as I could see the shape of her firm mounds under the tee shirt she was wearing. The skirt was flowing, though only just covering her knees, and she was wearing either tights, or more likely stockings, and trainers. Our nearest neighbours are a few hundred feet away from us, with their own detached properties and spacious gardens, so even if one happened to be looking in her direction they would have seen nothing to arouse suspicion. From the position of the studio they definitely wouldn't see or hear much, if anything at all. When I'd built it a few years earlier I had put a layer of soundproofing along the walls and roofing of the studio section, as well as extra insulation to keep the heat in on cooler days. The addition of electricity also meant I could work up there if I wanted to work without any distractions. That meant all of the noise Beth usually made when she was highly aroused, stayed inside the shed.

"Okay, I'm ready," she announced as she stepped into the studio and pulled the door closed behind her. "What do you want me to do?"

I had installed two powerful studio-quality spotlights in the studio and with them turned on there was more than enough light for the iPhone to record the images. I had, of course, pulled down the blackout blinds over the window so no one looking in the direction of the studio would see the lights on inside.

"Stand over here and put your arms out in front of you. I think you need to be prevented from covering yourself up."

"Like this." Beth shuffled to the place I'd indicated and put her arms out at waist height. I quickly cuffed them using some Velcro cuffs and then raised her arms up in the air so I could pass the ropes hanging off the cuffs over the joist holding up the roof above her head. It took me a minute to pull the ropes tight and tie them off so her hands were now held by her wrists in a position some way above her head. Beth was now mine to play with as I wanted - and I knew from past games that was exactly what she wanted right now. This was going to be fun - for me at least.

I turned her round so her backside faced the iPhone. I looked across at the device and moved her so she was right in the middle of the image.

"Okay, so you know what's coming," I said softly.

"You're going to spank me, aren't you?" There was a lightness in Beth's voice.

"Yes."

"Over my skirt and panties?"

"To start with, at least to warm you up. Ready?"

"Ready," she said and instinctively pushed her bottom out behind her, making it stand out; ready for whatever I wanted to do."

I lined my hand up, patted both cheeks a few times gently and then started to rhythmically spank her. The first few strokes were not much more than taps but I soon built up the strength in each stroke and by the time I'd delivered maybe ten strokes on each cheek, Beth was gasping softly. I knew from experience it was a mixture of the heat now rising in her covered ass cheeks and the arousal that she always felt when in this position.

After twenty strokes to each cheek I stopped.

"Time to remove your skirt and see what effect I'm having."

"Quite a lot," Beth managed to gasp as I unzipped the side of her skirt and eased it off her pink globes.

"Hmm not bad, but I think you need more and harder."

"Oh, yes please," she almost begged me.

"Ready then?" I asked. I liked keeping her under my control.

"Ready," she said, and the sound of my hand smacking over her panties in a fairly fast rhythm, filled the shed. Soon her pink globes began to turn a brighter red, and Beth started squirming as the assault on her ass continued.

After another thirty or so smacks, delivered roughly evenly over her ass cheeks, Beth was groaning loudly as each fresh smack added it's fiery sting to her reddened bottom. She wasn't crying, yet, just groaning, and as I got to the end of this part of her spanking, she was starting to lift her left leg into the air a bit - a sure sign the pain level was rising. I knew not only was the pain level rising but so would her arousal.

I stopped spanking her and pushed her legs firmly apart before my hand went between her legs and felt her panties. As I'd expected, her panties were wet. Clearly Beth was aroused by what I was doing to her, and I knew the cuffing of her wrists above her head only added to her excitement.

Many a time, when it had been that time of the month for her, she'd let me spank her. From experimentation, Beth and I had found it was a great way for her to get an orgasm when full sex wasn't something she'd want to do. Without having to undress fully she'd had many very intense orgasms from a good hand spanking, and then given me some great blowjobs. Now, from the spanking, she was very aroused. I eased the panties over her glowing orbs and lowered them to her knees.

"Keep your legs wide apart. I don't want those panties falling any lower."

"Mmm," she replied as my hand then gently stroked her pussy lips. Her bottom was still partly bent over as it had been for the spanking, and now she pushed back onto my hand, as if inviting me to touch her even more intimately. So I did. I used my middle finger to gently part her sex lips, and realised immediately she was very wet indeed. Actually I figured Beth wasn't far off climaxing. So I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb as I inserted the middle finger and my index finger into her vulva.

"Oh God," Beth groaned as I entered her. "I'm not going to last much longer."

"I know," I said as I started stroking in and out of her hot box. Pushing back even more onto my fingers, Beth climaxed, at the same time letting out a fairly loud groaning sound. At the point when she climaxed, her body shook. I ignored what had happened and just continued to stroke her firmly. I could feel her G-spot swell up like a sponge. Beth was on fire now and I knew what would soon happen.

"If you squirt, you know I will have to paddle you. Show some control," I said softly but firmly. I don't know if Beth heard me, but I figured she was too aroused to do much about it, and that pad of tissue was beginning to feel like it was going to explode. Beth was moaning loudly again and then she started her 'I'm almost there' mantra.

"Fuck me, fuck me, harder, please do it harder. I am going to CUMMMMM!" And she did. One final push back onto my fingers burst the banks. Her G-spot felt fiery hot as the liquid gushed out of her onto the studio floor. Beth shook powerfully while her hands remained cuffed above her head. I left my fingers inside her until her climax began to subside. Her knees came together and her panties fell onto the discarded skirt and the wet floor.

"Oh my God that was intense," she finally managed as the throes of orgasm passed. "Sorry, Richard, I couldn't help myself."

"I know," I said. "But you know what has to happen next."

"Yes, ten of the paddle for making a mess."

"Exactly."

"I guess we have to go back to the house for that."

"No, I have it here with me."

"Oh, okay." Beth sounded a bit surprised. "You planned this, didn't you?"