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The Air Hostess
« on: Jan 6th, 2002, 9:26am »
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Yo, this is my first story so I hope everyone likes it and please post any comments. Anyway, here it is:
 
The Air Hostess
 
The plane had reached cruising height and the passengers were settling down after the turbulence of take-off. Mike Smith sat in the centre aisle seat, near the back of the Business Class cabin. Mike was travelling from London to Washington on a business trip for the weekend. He was in quite a bad mood, having had quite a bad row with his wife just before he left for the airport.
 
He had been married for two years and they were quite happily married. The wife was a stunning blonde with a beautiful rear. Mike had long fantasised about spanking, and during the honeymoon, he had had a similar argument and it had ended with his wife skirt up, panties down over his lap. He had lit into her ass that night, and on many other occasions during their marriage, sometimes erotic, sometimes punishment.  
 
His wife knew he was boss, but this never stopped her from being impulsive. Sometimes he even thought she did it on purpose, just to get spanked. Whatever the reason, there was nothing he liked better that his wife’s hot, red, freshly spanked bottom standing in the corner while he looked on. And the lovemaking that followed was simply amazing.
 
Anyway here he was on the flight, thinking how his wife should now be draped across his lap, crying and screaming in pain, paying for her naughtiness. As he sat daydreaming, his throat felt dry and he pressed the ‘Call’ button and the airhostess approached him. He looked up and his breath was sucked in. She was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, blonde she put even his wife to shame. He asked for a drink and as she walked away, he watched her beautiful ass sway.
 
The flight went on, and about an hour later Mike started to fall asleep. As he began to drowse off, there was a sudden sharp squeal. Looking up, he saw the airhostess walking away towards the far-end of the cabin rubbing her ass. It was evident that a passenger further up the aisle had pinched it. Seeing her rubbing this way, he was immediately reminded of his wife at home and his temper became worse.
 
Again he began to drift off and had just fallen asleep, when he was awaken by the selfsame airhostess serving lunch. As she was serving, she poured his coffee and accidentally spilled it all over his expensive designer suit. Immediately apologetic, she dabbed at the stain with a tissue, doing her best to rectify the damage. But this just enraged Mike even more, and he began to think, ‘Can today get any worse?’
 
By now the airhostess too was in a bad mood and embarrassed at the day’s events. She began snapping at the passengers and was rude to their queries. A lot of the passengers were becoming angry and when she answered Mike’s request for a pillow with an impatient, ‘Just wait a minute!’ Mike finally lost it.
 
He was sitting in an aisle seat, and the chair next to him was unoccupied. He lifted the armrest to give him some space, grabbed the airhostess by the arm and pulled her over his lap. ‘No! What are you doing?’ Mike silenced her with two quick swats to her skirt-clad butt.
 
‘I have had enough of your cheek and I am going to teach you a lesson’, announced Mike and he exploded into her ass, spanking her left, right and centre in blistering pace. SPANK – SPANK – SPANK, the sound echoed around the cabin. By now many of the passengers had turned around and were viewing this spanking with open-mouthed astonishment.  
 
The heat began to rise and Mike could see a faint pink hue through her skirt. The airhostess was so shocked by this turn of events that she could say nothing and just wailed in pain. Finally Mike slowed down and stopped and the airhostess tried to get up off his lap, only to be stopped by Mike’s strong arm on her back. An old lady sitting a few seats ahead of Mike commented, ‘Is that it? She deserves far more than that!’ to which Mike remarked, ‘I’m just getting started.’
 
Hearing this the airhostess cried out, ‘Noooo!’ but Mike gave her a sharp slap and she fell silent. Mike gave her five more swats SPANK - SPANK - SPANK - SPANK – SPANK, and then reached for the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up. She was startled by this and reached back instinctively, but Mike was having none of it. He pinned her arm behind her back and lifted her skirt, revealing pink thong-panties.  
 
There were immediate wolf-whistles from the male occupants of the cabin as Mike once again began spanking. This time he spanked slower, but harder and steadier. The pink hue turned to dark red and by now the airhostess was screaming out in pain. The burning sensation in her ass was too much for her to bear. She started crying out, ‘I’m sorry… please stop… I’ll do anything’. Finally, Mike felt sorry for her and ended the spanking. There were murmurs of disappointment around the cabin.
 
‘Because you apologised, I will stop… on one condition.’
‘Anything… Please stop!’ she wailed.
‘You will apologise to the rest of the passengers and fulfil your duties for the rest of the flight politely and in a proper manner.’
‘OK, fine, anything.’
 
Mike let her up and immediately she began to rub her ass, trying to get the heat out. Mike spoke up, ‘You have five minutes to sort yourself out, and then I want a glass of water.’ ‘Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.’ She said and she ran down the aisle to the toilet. As she passed, a number of the male passengers swatted her ass but she did nothing and just ran straight ahead.
 
A few minutes later, she emerged bringing the desired glass of water to Mike. She had washed her face and reapplied her make-up, and looked as stunning as earlier. She approached Mike, wincing slightly as she walked. She gave Mike the glass of water. As she turned to assist another passenger who had pressed the ‘CALL’ Button, Mike suggested, ‘You might want to put some cold cream on that bottom of yours.’
 
The airhostess turned and her face blushed as bright red as her freshly spanked bottom.
 
THE END
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Re: The Air Hostess
« Reply #1 on: Jan 6th, 2002, 10:15am »
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*Sigh*  That sort of things never happens in economy...   Cheesy
 
Of course these days I'm sure Mike would be 'dealt' with by the sky marshall next.
 
I'd much rather see a booking agent spanked though... especially after announcing they've bumped you from your 45 minute direct flight to a 3 hour connecting!
 
Kathleen
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Re: The Air Hostess
« Reply #2 on: Jan 6th, 2002, 10:46am »
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(rolls eyes)   Roll Eyes
 
There's always at least one male chauvinist on every flight.
 
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Re: The Air Hostess
« Reply #3 on: Jan 6th, 2002, 11:34am »
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Hmmmm! As a trans-Atlantic steerage-class passenegr on an unnamed major airline which has its headquarters in Montreal and its operations centre at Pearson International, I have been sorely termpted on more than one occasion to attempt a similar attitude adjustment... Never had a convenient empty seat beside me, though.... Cabin fever, maybe?
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Re: The Air Hostess
« Reply #4 on: Jan 7th, 2002, 2:46am »
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A very entertaining first story at that Don!  Good one! Keep up the good work.  I'm sure there're many other travellers nowadays feel quite the same way as our hero does...
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