Amanda's red heels flash colorfully as she walks purposefully down the quaint high street. Today she wears a calve-length denim dress with lower front buttons undone to reveal shapely legs and an entrancing hint of inner thigh.
En route to a regular monthly appointment Amanda - naturally curly dark hair tied back with a bright cloth band - attracts admiring glances from men and women alike. Turning right she knocks on the door of an imposing Georgian house.
"Come in," commands a deep male voice and Amanda traces a familiar path to a study at the rear of building where sits the Major, exuding an avuncular but very real authority. He takes a moment to consider the bare legs, discreet ankle tattoo and excellent figure of his most welcome visitor.
"Come to settle your account?" the ex-military man enquires.
"Of course," responds Amanda, warily viewing the implements of correction arrayed on a large desk. She's encountered most of them before. "What will it be, and how do you want me?"
The Major considers this question for a moment, deliberately letting the tension build. Picks up a slender rattan cane and swishes it alarmingly through the air.
"Just a 'sixer' today," he announces, "a necessarily brief encounter, I've an important meeting in the city, mustn't miss my train. If you'd be so good as to bend over, feet apart and grasp your ankles my dear."
Thank goodness for the modest number of strokes, thinks Amanda as she complies with these concise instructions, this is a bugger of a position to maintain when your bum is blazing.
"Magnificent," mutters the Major, flipping up Amanda's dress to bare her bottom and it truly is; full, firm and protected not one jot by a delightfully attenuated pair of satin panties.
"Ready?" he asks measuring his distance.
"Yes Major," responds Amanda, bracing for the first stroke.
"Ooof!" He may no longer be a young man but the Major is possessed of strong forearms. "Christ!" Amanda rocks on those spike heels, urgently trying to keep her balance whilst parallel lines of fire bisect her proffered posterior.
"Owww," she moans quietly as the last cane stroke continues to make itself felt a full minute after being delivered. With a provocative wiggle of her tormented tusk Amanda stands stiffly and attempts to regain her customary composure.
"Applied them forcefully today," she observes without resentment while furiously massaging her sore bottom.
"Let you keep your knickers on," he counters cheerfully.
"True," she concedes, "did you like the shoes?"
"Indeed I did my dear, they elevate those delightful buttocks quite wonderfully."
As had been her intention when selecting this outfit. Ever the gentleman the Major makes no other demands upon Amanda who reciprocates by augmenting her attire with accessories she knows will please him, stockings and suspenders are a particular favorite.
"I'll be off then," she announces, planting an affectionate peck on his cheek and leaving a trace of Jo Malone perfume that'll haunt the old buffer enjoyably for the rest of the day.
He beams appreciatively. "You'll check on the pub and shop?"
"Consider it done." In addition to her punitive appointments Armada also collects rent and deals day to day with the Major's many properties around town - for which duties she inhabits her modest home rent-free. Well regarded by the residents, the Major combines old-fashioned paternalism with philanthropy,
"I'll need these," she adds as an afterthought, tucking a couple of items from the Major's impressive array of punishment tools into her shoulder bag. "Have a lovely day," Amanda calls by way of farewell, favoring her benefactor with a radiant smile as she departs.
Back down the hill, stilettos clicking, hips swaying, nothing to more than a slight flush on her face to betray the nature of the encounter, Amanda continues to her next destination, the Dog and Bone pub, with its sign featuring a telephone perplexing overseas visitors unfamiliar with rhyming slang. Enters the lounge bar thronged with tourists and makes her way to the office where the landlady, Meg, nervously awaits.
"Rent's all there." she says looking fixedly at the floor, nervous and embarrassed.
"Thanks," replies Amanda accepting the cash, "you of course know there's another matter to be dealt with?"
Meg sighs. "Me being short with customers?"
"I know they can be annoying sometimes," says Amanda sympathetically, "but this town depends on holiday makers, we can't go biting the hand that feeds us; the Major simply won't tolerate such behavior."
Meg nods sadly. "Its just things have been a bit busy lately, jobs mount up, and it's hard on your own."
"I'll get young George, the Major's gardener and handyman, to call," answers Amanda decisively. "He's a good strong chap who'll soon help you get on top of this dilemma and, I shouldn't be surprised, get on top of you as well. Might relieve a certain unrequited need that's been making you grumpy."
The prospect brings a smile to Megs face, albeit vanishing almost immediately at the sight of the tawse Amanda produces from her bag.
"Nevertheless a penalty has to be paid. Lift your skirt and kneel on that chair." Generous of bosom and curvaceous of bottom Meg will give young George a run for his money thinks Amanda. "You're going to get a dozen and since you're a big girl with plenty to absorb the sting I'm going to lay them on hard."
Feet and fists drumming Meg suffers the indignity of having every inch of her pale posterior rendered hot to the touch as the strap is relentlessly applied. At long last she's allowed to clamber inelegantly to her feet and stands clutching her behind and blinking back tears.
"All forgiven and forgotten as always," says Amanda hugging her tightly. She leans in, kissing Meg lightly on the lips and cupping her impressive décolletage. Sadly there's no time to pursue such erotic diversions today. Amanda has other disciplinary matters to attend to.
Her next appointment is with flame-haired Debby who manages the vintage clothes shop. Once again rent is collected and shortcomings addressed.
"Twice in the last week you've been late opening," chides Amanda. "Retro clothes fly off the rails in the summer and we can't have customers finding the place closed. The Major takes a dim view, as do I."
"Hard to get out of bed sometimes, especially when I'm sharing it with someone sexy - such as you," retorts Debby smartly.
"Too many late nights in the pub is more like it young lady, don't think you can use our dalliances to avoid your just deserts." Debby pouts but prudently says nothing. Amanda sits in an upright chair and pats her lap." Pull those impossibly tight jeans down and get over my knee."
Debby reluctantly assumes the position while Amanda once again rummages in her capacious shoulder bag, this time finding a hairbrush. Grasping her petite spankee firmly round the waist Amanda commences smacking the girl's pertly rounded bottom. In truth the spanking is mild in comparison to Meg's chastisement, although sufficient to get the recipient extremely hot and bothered. By the time it's concluded Debby is visibly wet.
"Please finger my pussy, you're so good at it" Debby pleads winsomely.
"Sorry, must dash, there's someone I have to meet, consider the frustration part of your correction," says Amanda. If she knows Debby the girl's dexterous digits will shortly be at work to assuage her arousal.
"George gardening at your place is he then?" Debby can't resist a cheeky question.
"Er, yes," Amanda blushes uncharacteristically.
Debby affords her a knowing look. "You can at least kiss me goodbye." And a long and lingering smooch it is...
Back at her cottage George is busy mowing the lawn. The early afternoon summer sun is hot and he's taken off his shirt. Flat abdomen perfect 'pecs, oh to be 23 again, thinks Amanda, feeling her black lace briefs starting to dampen as her pussy tingles in anticipation.
"Come inside I'll get you a cold drink," she says and leads George towards temptation. He leans against the kitchen counter, dark pupils frankly appraising her - in his words - 'classy chassis'. Fair enough, after all Amanda has just been ogling his muscular frame and it's been clear for some months the simmering attraction is mutual.
"Been to see the Major?" Like George doesn't know.
Amanda nods guardedly.
"Let's see the damage"
With a coquettishly smile she turns, presents her delectable derriere and lifts the hem of her dress.
"My, he was strict," observes George.
"Some cold cream would help," she ventures.
"I think you've earned it." George manoeuvres Amanda face down over the arm of a thickly padded sofa and bares her buttocks.
She moans gratefully as George solicitously soothes her stinging stripes. A pleasant interlude rudely interrupted by a slap on Amanda's still tender behind. She turns her head in mock outrage only to be pinned down by two strong hands.
"I hear you visited my girlfriend?"
"Who?" Amanda genuinely does not know.
"Debby."
"Really? Since when."
"Couple of weeks back."
Minx didn't see fit to share the fact with me, thinks Amanda. George runs an exploratory finger along engorged, wet labia, making her gasp and squirm. Adds a second digit and begins to gently pulse in and out. The sensation is blissful; Amanda's eyes close, lips slightly parting as her breathing quickens.
"Lovely darling," she whispers, "but I need something much bigger and thicker."
All the invitation George requires to ease his cock between her desire-slippery thighs and penetrate Amanda's pouting sex in no uncertain fashion, his lack of finesse more than compensated by impressive stamina. As she adjusts to being filled to the brim the feel of George so deep inside is incredible. In fact the lusty lad delivers such a vigorous shafting Amanda is soon overwhelmed with euphoric pleasure, climaxing twice in rapid succession. Eventually the bucking of Amanda's haunches and clenching of her kitty prove too much for George who, with a hoarse cry, spurts powerfully within.
Minutes later, disentangled but in disarray, they share a post coital cigarette.
"Did you visit Meg?" George enquires, "handsome woman."
"Yes," confirms Amanda, "I promised you'd pop round later and see if she needed anything attending to. If you've enough energy left of course."
"No problem," George assures her confidently. A thought strikes him. "Debby sells the nylons the Major likes in her shop doesn't she?"
Goodness, muses Amanda, is nothing private around here?
"That's right, why do you ask." As if she can't guess.
"Fancy you can wear them for me when next I visit, reckon I'll put you on your back on the kitchen table and..."
"Yes alright, I get the picture," interrupts Amanda. "Hardly the most sophisticated suggestion, but I admit the idea has a certain basic attraction. After my next visit to the Major would be a good time. Meanwhile, there's some bushes need trimming..."
Bet you'd like to live in our town?
