Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15

... spanking.

But on the other hand, I was also slightly put off by the clinical, detached-nature of the machine. There was none of the physical intimacy that I had come to enjoy from the pain that Dennis could inflict upon me.

"Gods! What fun." Emma whispered in my ear.

A guy stepped into the arena area and twiddled a dial on the side of the wheel. The rotation slowed, so that we now heard - Slap, "ow"...... Slap, "ow"...... Slap, "ow"...... Slap, "ow".

The girl's bottom was turning a delightful shade of red.

I was fascinated by the way her spongy bottom would wobble as each slipper struck.

I was a little disappointed when the guy near the machine turned it off, then released the girl's wrists from the cuffs that held them. He helped her stand up and held her close to him. His hands rubbing gently on her reddened butt. She stood, clutching to him and hiding her face in his shoulder.

I was still fascinated by her pretty red bottom, and was wondering if this was also the feeling that Dennis and maybe Master Mike, or other felt, when they were administering discipline.

I was so lost in thought, that I had not seen Dennis talk quietly to the guy, until I heard "... my Little one". Even then I did not realise that he was asking to use the machine.

"Sure go ahead. Mister. Have fun." The guy said.

Dennis reached out "Come on little one. We try."

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Here we go.

"You will have not need to be held down, I think. You enjoy this." He ...

... chuckled.

I was wowed by his chuckle and his gorgeous smile.

Well Ok then.

I leaned down over the bench, my hands gripping to the lower rail. My near useless skirt fell up my back exposing me to the crowds.

I heard a distant click and a whir as the motor started.

The first slaps were gentle. What surprised me was the way the sole of the slippers slipped down as the arm moved. It was as if they slapped then stroked down across my butt.

SLAP, stroke, quiet, SLAP, stroke, quiet.

A full dozen gentle lefts from right to left across my bottom.

Yeah it was quite pleasant.

Another dozen gentle slaps as the machine worked its way back, left to right.

Dennis must have twisted the dial or something, because now the slaps were harder and faster.

Yeah that was still quite pleasant, though the stroking motion was also faster.

Another dozen -- right to left, switch and another dozen left to right.

I could feel my butt cheeks burning. I also noticed that the machine must have moved lower or something. It felt like the slaps were partly over bits of my butt that had already been hit, but partly over fresh untouched skin.

I was getting hot. I was getting wet.

This was actually fun.

I lost track of how many turns or slaps or whatever. Nothing in my little world existed but the burning warmth of my butt and the gently dripping juices I could feel running down my inner thigh.

Lower, another dozen.

Shit! How many more?

Faster!

There was ...