11-8 Spanking!! - Sex Stories

11-8 Spanking!!

Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 11-8 Spanking!!

by Stack of Books

(2144 words)

Things were hotting up in the BSB kitchen (pun partially intended). Many bookings were coming in, and as Dean & Serena had gone back to their own jobs (and were going to Mexico on holiday soon), the trio realised they were going to need extra help for veg prep and other basic tasks such as cooking rice and pasta. The cooking of the main dishes they could handle between them as they all now had the necessary skills.

They asked Martin (yes, he of the Marten surname, whose dad was also called Marten with an 'e' - did I mention all that already? So sorry!) to do a cost analysis on how much they could afford to pay per hour two part-timers.

Lynette had had her session with John (and not long after with Stephanie). John sent us the tapes. My goodness, they were hot.

Alison had seen the vids we had made of her (with her knowledge) and checked she was OK with it. She was. We then came clean and told her we had other vids. We watched them all together, and like Bindi ...

... she had the same catchphrase, but with a swear word inserted:

Fuck, is that really me??

Then it got worse (or better) for her as we admitted we had known John a very long time and knew of his activities. We told her she that she would meet his daughter Sally soon as she lives close by, and she would go over in detail all the naughty cruisings they had done.

The last bombshell was to show her John's tape of her and her sister. She was gobsmacked. I told her that just on the strength of that, we had accepted her as a lodger.

Lynette moved to our town to find work, and stayed in Alison's double bed, going 50/50 on the rent. It would only be a stepping stone for her. But Dean and Serena came round one evening on a social call (not a foursome) and offered to her to house sit. Theirs was a fairly safe area, and they had alarms, but he felt more comfortable about a physical presence being there to guard his music equipment.

Dean: Hmm, it's either you or a guard dog. Can you bark?, he joked.

The younger sister leapt on to his lap and woofed like a medium sized dog directly in his left ear.

No good.

So she became a Dobermann, louder in the other ear, deliberately pushing her hands gently on his crotch.

Too expensive to feed, but your 'paws' are nice

She moved to Serena and changed into a tiny lap dog, squeezing her boob softly.

Yep, you'll do!, she said.

Rent was free, but she had to provide her own food and clean and leave the place as she found it. ...