SPANKING SALON

In which Peter explores the connections between masturbation and
spanking.

     (Editor's Note: The explicit sense of shame that afflicts most
     habitual masturbators causes them to seek out (sometimes
     unconsciously) opportunities for punishment and correction. Often
     this results in a poorly inarticulated desire to be spanked,
     especially by a sexually attractive woman to emphasize the
     humiliation of the experience. The recent growth of commercial
     "spanking salons", which provide the masturbator with convenient
     and affordable adult spanking services, may be largely driven by
     this phenomenon.)


When Peter first saw the ad, a small display in the back pages of City
magazine, he couldn't believe his eyes.  A middle-aged man, with his
pants pulled down to his ankles, was stretched across the lap of a buxom
young woman.  She was in the act of delivering an apparently sound slap
to his buttocks, which were discretely covered by his underwear.  Both
the man and the woman were smiling excitedly.  The ad read:

                CHRISTINA'S SALON OF SPANKING

     Come to Christina's to relive an experience of youth. Discover the
     relaxation and benefits of adult spanking in the lap of one of our
     skilled, attractive consultants. Feeling tense, worried or guilty?
     Want to stop smoking? A wide range of corrective treatments is
     available. Whatever your needs, Christina's can take care of you.
     Fully licensed and state approved.


At first Peter could not imagine why a man would voluntarily seek out
such a bizarre, embarrassing, and undoubted painful experience. And yet,
the ad seemed to wake some deep, unrecognized feeling within him. He
found himself thinking about it in unguarded moments, first wondering,
then dreaming what would it be like to lower his trousers in front of a
young woman, lie slowly across her lap, and wait for the first slap on
his upturned backside. The thoughts invaded his masturbatory reveries,
and Peter began ejaculating often over the image.

At last the dark curiosity overwhelmed him, and he sought out the
address in the ad. To his surprise, it was located in an elegant
shopping center in a fashionable part of the city. The sign "Christina's
Salon of Spanking" fit tastefully alongside shops offering hair-styling
and other personal services to the elite of the city. As he watched,
from time to time an impeccably-dressed masculine customer would exit a
hair stylist and enter the Spanking Salon, presumably to receive
services at his other end.

Plucking up his nerve, he entered and was greeted by an attractive
middle-aged woman seated behind a desk. She spoke to him in a slight
European accent. "Hello, I am Christina. May I help you?"

Peter stammered in embarrassment. "I... I saw your ad, and I'm
here...uh..."

"For a spanking? Certainly, sir," she smiled pleasantly, "and may I
welcome you to Christina's. We offer complete corrective services to the
discriminating gentleman. One of our spanking consultants will be
pleased to design a program to meet your individual spanking needs. We
guarantee total discretion and complete satisfaction. Now, what sort of
spanking are you needing?"

"I... don't really know."

"Ah, this is your first experience with corrective treatments, I take
it? Was there some behavior or habit you wish to work on?"

"What ... what do you mean?"

"Well sir, while many of our customers come to us solely for the
relaxation and release of tension that adult spanking provides, others
seek help with changing undesirable behavior. For example, do you smoke,
Peter? Or drink alcohol immoderately? Or do you suffer from habits of a
... a private nature?"
The last question was asked with a significant arch of her eyebrow.
Peter reddened, thinking of his frequent recourse to manual
gratification.

"Uh, no, I don't."

"Then I recommend beginning with a recreational spanking. Your
consultant will turn you over her lap and administer a mild, slow
paddling to your buttocks, which can be covered or nude, as you wish.
This is a great favorite with most of our gentlemen, and excellent for
the beginner. And during the course of the treatment, if you do recall
any bad habits, feel free to bring them to the attention of your
spanking consultant; she will know how to help you deal with them."

Peter agreed, "That ... that sounds fine." He handed her his American
Express card, and she completed the transaction.

"Now sir, there's just one thing I must make clear to all gentlemen on a
first visit. We are a legitimate licensed spanking salon, which under
the law is considered a specialized form of massage. Spanking is the
only service we offer, and we do not condone or permit any sexual
contact between our staff and our customers."

"Oh, no Ma'am! I... I didn't think that... never intended..."

"Of course you didn't, sir. I only mention it because in the past there
have been misunderstandings." She smiled mysteriously and continued,
"But of course we do understand the personal emotional dimensions of an
adult spanking. If necessary, your spanking consultant will (within her
guidelines) help you to address any personal needs which might arise."
Peter could only guess what Christina was referring to, but her tone of
voice was very intimate and exciting.

"Now, if you'll just step into your private parlor, you may shower and
freshen up and change into your spanking gown. Your consultant today is
Wendy, and she will be with you in a few minutes. Enjoy your spanking,
sir."

Peter entered a small sitting room, which was adjoined by a bathroom. He
undressed and rinsed off quickly. A sign on the wall instructed him to
don a garment fashioned like a long night shirt, which covered him from
neck almost to his knees. Slits in the sides allowed the rear to be
raised to expose his buttocks. Following the instructions, he remained
naked beneath and felt his dangling penis rubbing against the soft
cotton.

He glanced around the parlor and saw a collection of birch rods, stout
canes, leather-thonged whips-- instruments of distinctly ominous nature.
He hoped that he was not in for more than he had bargained for. As he
mused about the experience to follow, his member stirred and began
tenting out the light front of his shirt. Anxious that he should not be
discovered in this aroused state, he tried to push his penis back in
place with his hand.

Just then the door opened, and Wendy entered. She was a young woman of
about twenty, several years younger than Peter, dressed in a yellow
pullover and red mini-skirt. Her legs were bare of stockings, and her
feet were in sandals. Peter's eyes instantly focused on her
magnificently endowed bosom, which stretched the pullover seemingly to
the breaking point. She was obviously bra-less, and buttons of prominent
nipples showed through the thin fabric. He thrilled at the prospect of
receiving a spanking from this very voluptuous girl, and her youth added
an extra piquancy to the situation.

She greeted him cheerfully, "Hello, Peter, my name is Wendy, and I'll be
spanking you today." She glanced down at the efforts of his hand on his
conspicuous tumescence and chuckled, "Oh ho! What have we been up to?
Getting in the mood?"

Peter blushed crimson in painful embarrassment. "I... I... Oh, I'm
sorry..."

Wendy grinned. "That's OK, Peter, I like my customers to be
enthusiastic." She put her hands on her hips and leaned casually against
the door, inspecting the young man closely, especially the insolent
erection still billowing the spanking gown. "Well, what's it to be?
Christina said we should give you a recreational spanking, right?"

"Y... yes, Wendy. I've never been... spanked before. I hope you won't be
too harsh..." His eyes motioned to the canes and whips.

"Oh, don't worry. Those are only for our advanced customers. I'll just
use my bare hand on you today, just a nice gentle spanking on your
backside. Hardly more than a friendly pat. Did you want to stay covered,
or do you want me to give you a bare-bottom spanking?"

"B...Bare, please." He felt a thrill at the prospect which made his
knees weak.

"Oh, good. I think they're the most fun, but some gentlemen are very shy
on their first spanking. Did you want me to take my top off?"

Peter stammered in surprise, "Would... would you?"

"I find it more comfortable that way, but it's up to the customer." She
winked, "The way you were looking at them, I figured you wouldn't mind!"
Without hesitation she stripped off the pullover, leaving herself nude
from the waist up. Her enormous breasts hung heavily down her chest,
making Peter dizzy with excitement.

She walked over to a low, arm-less chair. Before sitting, she picked up
a folded latex rubber sheet from a nearby table and spread it over the
chair bottom. Seating herself on top of the rubber sheet, she patted her
lap in gesture to Peter.

"Uh, Wendy, what's that sheet for?"

She grinned mischievously at him. "It's there, just in case. You'll see
later."

She motioned for Peter to come over to her and lay him across her lap.
His stiff erection folded painfully beneath him, and he shifted
uncomfortably. She shook her head, "Now that's not going to work, is
it?" She hiked up both her mini-skirt and the front of his gown and,
without touching his private parts, she guided his hips so that his
penis slipped between her bare thighs. She squeezed her legs together
and Peter gasped with pleasure.

"Well it has to go somewhere, doesn't it? Just lie still, and relax,
now. I'm going to bare your bottom."

She slowly slid the rear of the gown up above his waist. Peter felt the
cool air on his buttocks as she uncovered them and, looking up, realized
that a mirror on the wall gave him full view of the proceedings. He saw
a slender, almost effeminate man, stretched over the lap of a buxom,
sexy girl, several years his junior.

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 Her heavy nude breasts grazed
against his back, and his tender bare buttocks offered themselves
submissively to her whim.

She lay her hand on his backside, covering its nakedness with her palm.
The comforting touch of her hand and the snug, caressing pressure of her
thighs on his member filled him with a rapturous warmth. She enhanced
the intimate mood by saying, "Now Peter, I know this is your first time,
but don't be nervous or shy. We're going to take this very slowly.
There'll be lots of time to talk and get to know each other real good.
The first few swats will be real easy."

She began slapping his buttocks lightly, hardly more than gentle pats.
Peter felt no pain, only a tingling excitement as his nether cheeks
blushed pink with the contact. He arched his back and thrust up his
buttocks to meet her palm. "Feel good, Peter?"

"Ooh... yes... it makes me feel... tingles..."

"I like give my gentlemen a nice bottom-patting on the first session.
It's a good ice breaker. Now why don't you tell me about yourself. What
brings you to us for a spanking?"

"Well, I don't know, I've never been spanked, and I just wondered what
it would feel like, I guess..."

"I see. I bet you'll learn to like it. Most of my customers are shy at
first, but pretty soon they can't wait to drop their britches --
especially after they learn what the rubber sheet is for."

Peter asked again its purpose, but she teasingly ignored  his question.

"Are you ready for some hard swats now, Peter?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know... maybe..."

 "We'll just try one, to see how it feels. This is only your first
spanking." She took a deep breath and, drawing her hand high in the air,
delivered a resounding slap to Peter's buttocks.

"OUCH!" he cried, surprised at the sudden rush of pain.

She chuckled, and resumed the gentle patting. "Wake you up, did it?
That's what little boys get, when they're naughty. Did you like that
one?"

Peter looked in the mirror at the distinct red imprint of her hand on
his backside. The pain had quickly receded, to be replaced by a warm
tingling flush. "Oh, it hurt, Wendy... and yet... it felt sort of good."

"I can tell," she giggled. "You're starting to drip on my legs." She
squeezed his penis tightly between her thighs, which were becoming
slippery with the dew of his arousal.

"I... I'm sorry, Wendy. I can't help it. Do you mind?"

"Of course not, Peter. I know how it makes guys feel." She continued
planting slow, playful slaps on his buttocks. Each touch filled him with
exhilaration. He enjoyed the caressing punishment in silence for a few
minutes, becoming more aroused with each slap.

And yet there was something missing in the experience. The ritual act of
submitting to a spanking over the knee of a woman drew up in Peter a
childhood sense of shame and punishment, and he felt a need for a focus
to give it emotional expression. He was too shy to broach the subject,
but Wendy knew her work well and sensed his change in mood. "Did you
want me to spank you for anything in particular, Peter? I always think
it's more fun if we have something to spank you about."

"What ... sort of thing, Wendy?"

"Well, you've jerking off too much lately. We could spank you for that."

Peter gasped at her intuition. "How ... how did you know?"

She giggled. "I didn't. But it's always a safe bet. Every guy
masturbates, and most of them do it more than they ought to. Do you play
with your dickie a lot, Peter?"

It was excruciatingly embarrassing to admit it to this younger and very
desirable girl, but just as the pain of the spanking became a pleasure
in her lap, the humiliation of his confession gave him a unexplained
thrill. "I ... I guess I do, Wendy. I ... masturbate a lot."

"Is it just for fun, or is like a habit with you?"

"It ... it's a habit, I guess."

"So you're pretty much a jerk-off, huh? Lots my other customers are. You
want me to spank you for it?"

Peter readily agreed. Wendy began slapping his bottom harder now, as she
playfully scolded him for giving in to his shameful private habit. "And
you know what a bad boy you are, don't you Peter? Isn't it embarrassing
to be turned over my lap and spanked like this for masturbating? You
better tell me all about it!" As she slowly spanked him she encouraged
Peter to reveal the most humiliating details of his masturbatory
excesses, and he found the confession wildly exciting.

She paused to let him catch is breath, and Peter suddenly realized that
he was thrusting his member unconsciously but vigorously in the slippery
prison of her thighs. He asked nervously, "Do... Do you mind?"

"Could you stop if I did?" Her tone told him that she did not.

"No," he giggled. "I don't think I could."

"Well, then, I'll just have to ignore it, won't I? The rubber sheet is
ready, just in case."

"What ... what do you mean, Wendy?"

"Well, Peter, sometimes guys get pretty excited during a spanking. The
rubber sheet is in case that they have a little 'accident' on my lap."

Peter could hardly believe what she was implying. "You... you mean...
That men actually ... You don't mind?"

She smiled, "Not if they behave themselves. Now it's against the rules
for me to do anything directly to help a customer along, or I might lose
my masseuse license. But if a man has an 'accident' while I'm spanking
him, well, we can't help that, can we?" She squeezed her legs together
to illustrate her point, and Peter moaned with pleasure.

"Uh... Wendy... do many of your customers have... you know... an
'accident' when you spank them?"

"Yes, during a recreational spanking a customer usually builds up a lot
of tension. We like him to let it out, if he can, to help relax him.
About half of my customers let go right here in my lap. The others
prefer a manual release after a spanking, and I keep a bottle of baby
oil for their use. It's so cute the way they kneel down in front of me
and finish themselves off in their own hands. They really like me to
watch them do it. You might like to do that, being a jerk-off, but from
the way you're wiggling around, I don't think you're going to last that
long."

Peter was in a sensual paradise from her pats on his rear and the feel
of his penis thrusting against the bare skin of her thighs. But he felt
as if something were incomplete.

"Wendy..."

"Yes, Peter?"

"Could I have... some more... hard swats?"

"Well, just a few, perhaps. I'll give you three." She raised her hand
and brought it swiftly down. "One!" -- "Ouch!" -- "Two!" -- "Oh!" --
"Three!" -- "OW, OUCH!"

"There, that's enough for now," she soothed and resumed patting.

But Peter was not satisfied. "Please, Wendy, I'd like some more. May I
have some more swats?"

"Well, I don't know. This is your first spanking, and we don't want to
overdo it."

"Please, I can take it. I... I really want it."

"Well, if you're sure you're ready. But I'll have to hold you more
firmly." She circled her left arm around his waist, holding him
securely. He felt the strength of her grip and realized suddenly that he
was totally in her power.

"This will hurt, now, Peter. More that you think. It will help to kick
your legs and cry. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. If you feel like
crying, don't hold back."

She began slapping hard, regular blows to his buttocks. At first he only
gasped at the blows, but as each strike followed another, a fiery pain
began mounting in his flesh. Soon he was squirming, kicking his legs,
and feeling hot tears run down his cheeks.

"Ow! Please! Stop! Wendy, please... no more. Ouch! Oh please, let me up!
Oh! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. Don't spank me any more. Oh, my
bottom!"

Wendy grinned, because the stiff turgid penis thrusting against her bare
legs belied the complaints of its owner. Her practiced ear heard Peter's
true wishes through his protests, and her practiced hand played
counterpoint to her playful scolding. "Stop? ... Not until I give you
what you deserve, you naughty boy, you masturbator ... Imagine ... a big
boy like you ... with his britches pulled down... being spanked by a
girl .... Aren't you ashamed of yourself for jerking off? ...Peter the
jerk-off, getting his bottom spanked by a girl."

"Oh! Yes, Wendy...Ouch! I'm sorry for masturbating! Spank me, please,
spank me till I'm good!"

They continued like this for a few moments. Then Peter's tone changed.
"Oh, Wendy... I feel like... I need to... I'm going to..."

"Yes, Peter, I know what you need. Just go ahead and let go. Let it go
right between my legs, it's all right."

He suddenly stiffened and began flooding his pent-up semen in her lap.
She squeezed his organ between her legs as he ejaculated and slapped his
buttocks, timing her slaps to the spasms of his climax. As the flood
finally ebbed, she eased her blows, until finally she was gently patting
his naked backside, her thighs milking out the last drops of his
virility.

After he had rested, she helped him to his feet. "I didn't hurt your
feelings too much with all that 'jerk-off' stuff, did I Peter?"

"No, Wendy. I ... well, I sort of liked it." He smiled at her shyly,
still savoring the delicious humiliation of the experience. She winked
and gave him one lingering look at her breasts before pulling on her
shirt and then left.

Peter dressed and went out. In the lobby, Christina asked, "Well, sir,
did you enjoy your spanking?"

"Yes Ma'am, thank you."

"Wendy tells me you two had quite a little chat during it. So you found
a little habit to work on, after all?" He blushed, realizing that Wendy
must have briefed her on the exact nature of his confessions.

"And did you find the outcome ... fully satisfactory?" He nodded shyly.

"I'm so glad. And please consider us again when you have spanking needs
in the future."

        * end *

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