Part 4- I Need a Spankin’ I’m the kind of person that can get very distracted by work, but as I started my day, all I could think about was Rosa … both what had been and what was about to be. The anticipation was killing me already. I’d had trouble falling asleep the night before as I played out all sorts of scenarios in my head, but finally decided to leave that planning to Rosa and thankfully fell asleep. Now I had to occupy myself to get the time to pass as quickly as possible and so I attacked my tasks for the day with renewed energy.My plan worked in that I immersed myself in my work and managed to avoid thinking about spanking quite successfully; however, the extra energy I applied to it made me finish earlier than anticipated so by noon, I was nearly finished for the day. I’d already resigned myself to waiting until Wednesday night, but now I had even more idle time on my hands to get through, so I called her … only a little hopeful about today. I got her voicemail and left her a message, telling her I’d be back at the hotel by two o’clock at the latest. After lunch, I finished the little bit of work I had left and leaving the project in others’ hands for the balance of the day, headed back to the hotel. As I drove, I decided what I would do the rest of the afternoon. Ordinarily I’d look forward to an opportunity to just lay by the pool and read a book, but it didn’t have the same attraction today. The book I was in the middle of was quite good, but I had doubts that it would be interesting enough to keep my mind off of Rosa … and the spanking I so desperately wanted her to give me. It was only one-thirty when I entered the hotel and went to the main desk to check for a message. Disappointed that there was none, I began planning my boring afternoon lying about and reading, though not much planning was really needed. I basically needed to go to my room, change into some swim trunks and take my book to the pool. As the elevator doors closed, I caught a sideways glimpse of a female security guard who had a familiar look to her but tossed the feeling away as not likely. Arriving at my room, I dumped my backpack on the desk and turned on some TV news just for noise. I slipped off my shoes and sat on the bed watching some news story of minor interest. I was about to get up and get myself together when someone knocked on the door. It was a firm, but not hard knock I thought as I went to the door trying to imagine who could be at my door. Opening the door, I found the security guard I’d just seen in the lobby with her back to me looking up and down the hall. “Mr. Davis?” she asked without turning … the voice familiar but out of context. “Yes,” I replied simply. “Mr. Davis, we’ve had a complaint about some unusual noise coming from your room,” she said as she turned to face me bringing a full smile to my face as I saw it was Rosa. With just a hint of a smile, she managed to stay in character, though I could not do as well as she had. I instantly knew what was going to happen and became very excited. It was now just a matter of when and why. “Um … I,” I stammered, a bit giddy and trying to get a hold of myself. She wore navy pants and a light blue shirt covered with the usual complement of patches and badges, her hair tied back in a ponytail that spilled out the opening in the back of her baseball cap. “This is not a laughing matter,” she warned, “there’s a little bit more than just noise involved in this complaint. We shouldn’t discuss it here in the hall. May I come in?” “By all means,” I said managing to get reasonably back in my role. I stepped aside to allow her entry to my suite. She walked past me into the sitting room as I closed the door. Resisting the temptation to give her a big hug and kiss, I walked up to her and stopped a few, respectful feet away. “I don’t know how there could be any noise coming from my room. I haven’t been here all morning. I just got back a few minutes ago,” I said deciding that I needed to stick with the truth since I had no idea what kind of scene Rosa was planning … except for the part where I end up over her knee with my pants down. “The first complaint was made last night … um,” she paused looking at a clipboard she carried, “around ten o’clock. The noise had been going on for more than an hour. They called back about ten minutes later, before we’d had a chance to act on the complaint and said it had stopped … and so there wasn’t any need to do anything about it any longer.” I noticed that gerçek porno she picked the time we were together in her van as the time for the noise and assumed it wasn’t coincidental. “Oh … last night … and they decided not to formalize the complaint?” I said nervously. “That’s right. But then the people on the other side of your room came down to the office with a similar complaint. Apparently, they didn’t want to make a scene last night, but felt differently this morning … especially considering what they thought was the cause of the noise.” She played her part well in this ad-lib scenario we played out. I had a feeling where she was going with this and thought I knew how to play along. “What … um … what did they think was the cause of the noise?” “Well, that’s what makes it a little different. They said they were sure there was a girl in this room who was being punished for something …” she said with a slightly sinister smile, “… spanked actually … was the way they described it. They said they couldn’t imagine how else such a sound would be made.” “Well, I assure you there was nobody getting …” “Noticing the complaint was about the same room as the one last night, I spoke to the original couple. They agreed … said the sound was unmistakable … clearly this girl … or woman was getting spanked.” “I don’t know how they …” “They actually heard bits of the conversation … said her name was … Rosa? They thought they heard her begging … not to be spanked. Let’s see … ‘Please don’t spank me again, Mark!’ is what they said they heard.” “That’s ridiculous! How could they …” “They said that the spanking noise started again at that point, but only lasted a few minutes before it stopped altogether. They decided it was none of their business … ‘after all, some people like that kind of thing, don’t they?’ … the wife said to me.” Rosa was amazing … staying in character and presenting a real and credible threat to me. “Utter nonsense,” I declared, “not an ounce of truth to it.” “Mind if I look around the room?” Nervously, I asked, “Can you do that? I mean without …” “No, I can’t … not without a warrant … unless you say it’s okay. I won’t be looking in your bags or through your personal effects … and if nothing happened, then I won’t find anything, will I?” she challenged. “Be my guest,” I said without a worry. She nodded and set about her search. She looked behind furniture, in drawers, even in the refrigerator; all the hotel’s property, before she made her way towards the bedroom, stopping in the bathroom on the way. I followed once she was in the bedroom. Following the same method as before she looked around the room and furniture and then started opening drawers. Finally at maybe the fourth … a wide shallow drawer in the desk in the corner of the room she found something interesting. “Well, well … what’s this?” she asked as she pulled something out. I couldn’t see the contents of the drawer as she stood in front of it. “A hairbrush by itself wouldn’t be so unusual but sitting in a drawer next to these …?” she said turning to show me two paddles … one thick and round, like a ping pong paddle and the other long and wide with large holes drilled in it. Both of light-colored maple, there would clearly be no other reason to have such implements than for use in spanking. “… or this!?” she exclaimed as she produced a leather tawse from the drawer as well. At first, I wondered how those things had gotten there, but then remembered I’d given her a key to my room. I also wondered how long it took her to come up with this plan, but regardless of the answer I couldn’t wait for the final stages of this scene to play out. I wanted to rush to the part where she spanks me but remembered that Rosa liked this role-playing and felt it was in both our best interests to play along. “Um … I … okay, so I had my girlfriend Rosa here last night and she … she likes a little spanking … from time to time,” I said nervously, then added, “… but clearly that’s not any of yours or anyone else’s business, is it?” “Ordinarily I’d agree with you one hundred percent. What kinks and fetishes you and your girlfriend are into is no business of mine. But unfortunately, you allowed others to hear what you were doing and people who don’t understand such … interests … may conclude that this kind of thing goes on here all the time. Management gets very nervous about such things. The hotel manager said if I confirmed the guest’s suspicions that he wanted gay porno you out of the hotel.” “What? You’re kidding, right?” I said trying to sound indignant. “No, I’m afraid I’m not. They prefer not to take any chances. You may as well start packing up your things.” “Wait … hold on a minute! You can’t do this!” “Um, yes, we can. No one bothers reading all the fine print on the check-in forms, but they give us the right to deny service to anyone whose behavior we deem inappropriate.” “I can’t believe this! Surely there’s got to be some way to straighten this out?” “I assure you the manager won’t be swayed on this.” “Is there some other way?” I asked wondering when she’d offer to spank me in exchange for her silence. “I mean what would’ve happened if you hadn’t found my … um … the implements?” “Well … I guess there being no evidence we couldn’t do anything but give you a strong warning … at best.” She was dragging this out … and enjoying it by the look on her face. “So … is there anything I can do to convince you … um … that you didn’t really find anything?” “I don’t know …” “Please … um …” I paused looking for her nameplate. “Call me Brenda,” she replied. “Brenda, you can call me Mark. Please help me here. I don’t want to have to find another hotel and possibly explain to my company why.” “Well, maybe,” she said looking at me as though sizing me up, “… maybe there’s something.” She paused again. “Tell me … if it’s reasonable, I’ll do it!” I moved closer to her as she turned toward the desk and picked up the long, drilled paddle. Running her fingers up and down its length as though appreciating the craftsmanship, I saw that sinister smile again. “It occurs to me that while spanking your girlfriend’s hot, little bottom may have been entirely harmless, I’m still taking a chance letting you off the hook. What better way to extract my own compensation then to give you some of what your girlfriend got last night.” She stared at me now, knowing we were right on the tipping point. “What!? You’re going to spank me?! Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too far?” I said trying unsuccessfully to sound outraged. “You don’t have to accept. You can still pack up and leave. Frankly, that would be easier on us both!” “I … um … well, I guess …” I faltered … which Brenda took as acceptance. “Bend over!” she ordered, “Now! Hands on the bed!” I turned to face the bed and slowly bent over. Looking back at her I saw her draw the paddle back but turned back before the swat landed over my work pants. “Ow!” I said instinctively. ‘Oh’s’ and ‘Ow’s were all I could manage as the six hard swats landed right across my bottom. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting spanked and while I would have preferred an OTK spanking I was ready to take anything Rosa would give me. Knowing she didn’t intend to paddle me all night, but also needing to help her with transitioning from stand-up paddling to spanking across her knee I thought I’d offer an alternative. “Um … Brenda … I didn’t actually use any of those implements last night.” “Oh really!? Was she a naughty, little girl who just needed a good hand spanking on her bare bottom?” she said in a teasing tone. Throwing the paddle down on the bed she grabbed the armless chair from under the desk, pulled it out and sat down patting her thigh indicating I should lie across her knee. Not wanting to question her method, although I wished she’d pull my pants down, I bent over and laid myself across her inviting lap. She adjusted my position so that I was canted forward with my forearms resting on the carpet and my bottom on top of her thighs. “I think you’d do well to remember,” she scolded, “that I’m the one doing the spanking here and I don’t care how you spanked your naughty little girlfriend. I’ll spank you the way I want to. Is that understood?” She reached back to the desk, picked up the hairbrush before I barely got out a “yes, ma’am”. “Good, ’cause I want to use the hairbrush on your bad, little bottom!” I was still reveling in the intense feeling of just being across her knee, knowing I’m about to get spanked when the hairbrush impacted first one cheek, then the other. Back and forth she spanked each cheek in turn, not very hard at first though she was gradually building the force … testing me to see how much I could take. It wasn’t hurting too much since I was still fully clothed, and I’d certainly spanked myself harder. “Ow! Oh, Brenda! Please don’t spank me with the hairbrush,” evli porno I said playing along. “Oh, does it hurt?!” she taunted, “In a few minutes you’re going to wish I was only spanking you this hard!” On and on at a moderate pace she continued spanking me, building the force to the point where my cries of pain were a bit more real, but I still loved every stroke. After several swats on each cheek in rapid succession, she stopped suddenly. Squeezing my cheeks roughly she said, “Such a bad boy! If you’re going to give spankings, you’d better be ready to take them too! … and now you’re gonna get it with your pants down! Get up!” I clumsily managed to get to a standing position, whereupon she immediately started opening my pants. By the time she got through the belt, hook, two buttons and a zipper, her patience had run out and she yanked them down and dropped them, falling loosely around my ankles. Noticing my fierce erection, she rubbed her palm on the thin fabric of my underwear saying, “Ooo, is my naughty boy getting aroused from laying across my firm, sexy thighs? … or do you just like having your bottom spanked?” “Mmm, I’d love to feel those thighs against my cheeks, Brenda!” I said trying to maintain a climate of punishment and suggesting another way in which she could dominate me … holding my face to her crotch with her thighs. “Would you now!? Well let’s see if we can increase your torment!” she said as she stood up and started opening her blouse. “Get you thinking about my hot, wet pussy … and how you can’t have it until you’ve been properly and thoroughly spanked!” Pulling her blouse open revealed a sexy black lace push-up bra that made her modest breasts delightfully succulent. Standing next to me, she slapped my hand when I reached for the right one as she was pulling the blouse off. “Keep that up and they’ll be more and more spanking before you ever get your hands on any of this!” she threatened as her hands went to the waist of her pants and opened them. Unhooking the waistband, she pulled at the opening to tear the zipper down and started pulling them down over her hips. My eyes went wide when I saw a garter belt, then boy-short panties and finally stockings completing every naughty boy’s ultimate dream outfit for the one who spanks his bottom. I couldn’t wait to be back across her knee! “Oh, Brenda! Very nice!” I said as I reached for her ass for a quick squeeze, while she struggled to get her pants over the sexy black heels I hadn’t noticed until now. She stood up and gave me three hard spanks on my underwear. “You’re gonna pay for that, you know!” she said facing me now. Adjusting her sexy underwear here and there, I moaned audibly as she pulled her panties up into her crotch such that they outlined her pretty pussy, and pulled further, separated the lips into a well-defined slit. “I’m sorry, Brenda. Please don’t spank me anymore! Why don’t you make me lick your pussy and make you cum!” “Maybe … maybe if you’re a good boy, you do as you’re told and take your spanking without a lot of complaining I might let you put your tongue between my legs! … but you’ve got a lot more spanking coming before that ever happens! You’re going back over my knee … but let’s get this boring shirt off first!” Grabbing at the tails of my shirt, she pulled hard opening some buttons and popping others off completely after which she pulled the shirt down over my shoulders and off. With my pants around my ankles, the only clothing I now wore was my underpants as she pulled me back down across her knee. With clothes out of the way and feeling my bare thighs across hers, the rush of being upended across her knee for another spanking was amazing. My hopes were answered as I felt her hand begin spanking my less-protected bottom over my underpants. Again, building the force as she went along, though much quicker this time, it wasn’t long before the perfect balance of pain and pleasure was reached as she spanked my buns back and forth again, giving equal time to each fleshy cheek. Harder and harder she spanked pushing my limits such that by the time she finished I wondered if I could take such a spanking on my bare bottom. I wouldn’t think of backing out before she’d given me at least all I’d gotten so far all over again on the bare, but I worried just a bit about the pain. I started realizing that the combination of fear and desire was part of what was so exciting about getting spanked. After squeezing my tortured cheeks hard, she sentenced me to a bare-bottom spanking. “You know … we’ve only just barely begun! You have so much more coming on your naked bottom! … and I don’t think I’ve even hurt you yet!” “No, it hurts quite a bit, ma’am! Please!? Please don’t spank me anymore!? I’ve had enough!”