The Final Checkout

[lex46]

So Christmas had come and gone as had another year. So my parents were right when they said time goes quicker when your older - and my parents being right still irked me! I hadn't seen Louise sine mid December though I had sent her a bottle of perfume and a box of chocolates for Christmas to which I received a text message Christmas morning, "Thank you. Merry Christmas xx"

As I sat that Sunday morning reading the local daily paper I felt a vibration in my pocket , took out my mobile and read "I hope you're free. I'm cooking a joint of beef. Come for lunch 2.00. Louise xx"

Wow, I thought, not only do I love Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding, that was the second message Louise had sent me ending with kisses. I finished the sports section of the paper then shaved, showered and pottered around before driving over to Louise's house at the allotted time. When she answered the door,clad in tight fitting black ski pants with a baggy red jumper she smiled warmly opening the door further to let me in. I handed her a bottle of red wine I'd just bought from the local shop - I was entirely clueless about wine and just remember hearing somewhere that if the label had a picture on, it was a cheap wine.I followed her into the kitchen where the delicious aroma of cooking beef penetrated the air.
"Make us a cuppa and open the wine to let it breathe then make yourself at home."
I did exactly that and sat at the kitchen table watching Louise, a normal Louise, cooking in her kitchen. We chatted generally about our respective Christmases before she took out the beef and put the Yorkshire puddings in. She poured the juices from the beef roasting tin into a pan to make the gravy and pointing to a drawer said "Pass me the wooden spoon out of there would you?"
I opened the drawer and removed it, walked round the table and handed it to her. Taking it from me she surprised me by slapping it once on each of her own bottom cheeks."mmmm, I thought that would sting a bit. Here," she said thrusting the spoon at me, "Give me another quick half dozen" and before I could even think she was bent clutching her ankles.
Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack, I laid it on alternate cheeks trying to work from top to bottom.
She stood, turned to me and said "Wow it does sting. You'll find out later boy" then her tone of voice changed back to perfectly normal as she started to stir the gravy. " Same drawer for the carving knife. Would you do the meat please and I'll serve everything up."
We sat, ate and drank nearly all the wine and as we sat, empty plates before us sipping the remnants of the bottle, Louise spoke.
"Alex, I'm sorry but I'm going to go and live in Australia with my sister. And I leave on Friday"
I was taken aback. I expected a nice bit of socialising with her, then for her to do whatever she wanted and despite the fact we had both stated openly we didn't want a relationship, somehow I was deeply saddened by thought of not seeing her again. I had started to get used to just submitting to her every whim and I asked myself if it was Louise I'd really miss or that? The answer plainly was both.
"Come on through to the sitting room" she said simply so I rose and followed her. She sat and patted the cushion next to her so I sat and she threw her arms round me hugging me tight. "I'm going to really miss you," she said, continuing " and not just because........................... you let me satisfy my kink"
We held each other for a good few moments before she spoke again," So we'd better make sure today is memorable. I know it will be for me, and I'm sure you won't forget it in a hurry"
Her tone had turned once more to one of scorn and whilst my heart pounded, my head suggested I should be very wary. But nothing could have prepared me for that afternoon.

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"Stand up and get undressed" she commanded.
I hesitated momentarily and in a firm raised voice Louise compelled me to spring up with the words "NOW BOY"
With a sense of urgency I unfastened my shirt and extracted my arms as it slid to the floor. I picked it up quickly and folded it placing it on the sofa. With her eyes gazing at my waist, I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Bending I pulled off my socks as I picked up the jeans , folding them and adding to the pile on the sofa.
"STOP" insisted Louise as my hands went to the waistband of my boxers. "Hands on your head boy" so I complied standing in the middle of the room, only my boxers on. Louise stood and walked behind me and her hands squeezed my bum though my boxers before she just as quickly left the room. I knew better than to move so stood there, wondering what was going to happen to me now and afterwards when Louise was gone.
I heard running water and presently Louise returned carrying the wooden spoon. Her hand went to the rear of my boxers and pulled the waistband back and with her other hand she slid the handle of the spoon between my cheeks and commanded "Hold that". This was completely new to me but I managed to grip it between my buttocks. She stood then directly in front of me and pulled the baggy red jumper over her head. She was wearing nothing underneath and standing there, her ample breasts inches from my face with her ski pants showing off the lower half of her body beautifully - God, I so wanted her and she knew that the second her hand wandered to the front of my boxers.
"My goodness boy. What's this? Don't you EVER learn? Remove the wooden spoon."
I reached round and took hold of it and Louise pulled down my boxers ordering me to step out of them.
"Now you remember what I did with the spoon, do the same"
Nervously, having never even considered self spanking I flicked the spoon once onto each of my buttocks.She was right, it did sting.
"Oh come on boy, is that really the best you can do. Do it again, PROPERLY. And woe betide you if I have to take over"
I kind of wanted her to take over but Louise was Louise and we both knew I'd do what she wanted. So CRACK CRACK I repeated it and boy this time it really did sting. "Turn around" she said so I did. "That's better. Two lovely red oval marks. Now turn round again and face me. Hmmm, I wonder" Louise said with that wicked smile as she sat on the sofa in front of me opening her legs thus leaving little to the imagination as to what was under those ski pants.
"Right boy. Kneel right there" she pointed to a spot on the carpet directly between her knees. As I put my self in position, she slid slightly forward so her knees were directly by my shoulders. "Keep hold of the spoon and put your hands on your head." As I raised my arms her knees gripped tightly on the sides of my ribcage just under my armpits. "Don't even think of moving boy" and as she held me there, she slipped her hand down the front of her pants and began pleasuring herself. She was obviously excited as when she next spoke her voice was totally different. "Boyyyy, go on, use that spoon on your bottom againnnn, and.....don't stop......till I s s s say"
I took my hands from my head and tried to line up my aim upon myself then began CRACK.......Crack......Crack.....crack trying to space them out. "HARDER" cried Louise so once more I began laying it on myself. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK. This was starting to sting an awful lot and I really didn't want to go on - it was definitely easier being spanked than spanking yourself.
"Go ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
"HARDER" she virtually screamed. I could see her hand and fingers working frantically inside her pants and I used that vision along with her breasts swaying rhythmically to try and distract from the self inflicted pain I was feeling as I somehow continued CRACK CRACK CRACKING that stinging spoon onto my bare behind. I maintained a steady spanking upon myself and even dared to ease off a little as I could see exactly what was happening to Louise, as I felt her knees dig into my ribs and saw her body tense as I continued to smack my own bottom for her. She let out a strange "ngngngngngngng" sound as she finally climaxed and seeing her body relax, I eased right down on the spanking. Louise shuddered and said simply "One more really hard one and you may stop. I really didn't want to do it but drawing the spoon back high behind me I swiped it down hard and fast and dropped the spoon. For a few moments I knelt there, stinging, between her knees which had relaxed their grip, before Louise shuffled herself back so she was sat fully upright and told me to stand up and then turn around. I felt her hands on my red behind stroking and squeezing. "Not bad for a first effort. But by no means good enough.We'll have to put that right a little later won't we boy" I didn't like the ominous tone in her voice and this for me was exacerbated because I couldn't now see her face which I expected would be flushed from what had just happened - and seeing a woman's face after orgasm was something I really liked. Louise rose from the sofa and stood so close behind me her hard nipples were pushing into my back. Her hands went round the front and ran up my chest towards my face.
"Oh you're such a naughty boy. You smacked my bum before lunch then you smacked your own. And LOOK! LOOK what you've done to me!" she said angrily making sure I could see her still sticky fingers. "Go and stand in the corner NOW" I slowly walked in the direction she pointed and stood close to the wall where she'd pointed and without being told, put my hands on my head. "Nose right against the wall boy" so I shuffled closer and pressed my nose against that wall. That was not good. My eyes were too close to focus so I had to shut them though that did seem to heighten my other senses which made my mind whirl. Whatever would Louise want next. I heard her moving around the house and I'd guessed it must have been a good thirty minutes before I heard her call "Come through to the kitchen boy" Relieved , I walked through but that relief was short lived.
She tossed an apron at me, told me to put it on because the washing up needed doing.
Sheepishly I slid it over my neck and fastened the strings behind my back. I felt silly wearing just the apron but it was what Louise wanted .........................and that's all that mattered. I filled the pans with hot water to soak and rinsed off the plates then filled the sink with hot soapy water. As I began washing the wine glasses, Louise lit a cigarette and I so wanted one but was in no position to ask.I put the plates in, cleaned them thoroughly then the cutlery and finally the pans.When everything was draining, Louise told me to make two cups of tea and invited me to join her at the table and with a warm smile offered me a cigarette which I gratefully took. I hoped she wasn't expecting visitors because her in just ski pants and me in only the flowery apron would have been a strange site indeed - though truth be told, I found it difficult to avert my gaze from her breasts. Nevertheless Louise and I chatted civilly and friendly about her forthcoming emigration and then Louise asked me about our short adventure together.
Did I like being spanked, no not really.
Then why did I keep coming back, because I liked her, an awful lot and just wanted to please her.But of course I knew she knew that.
She smiled at me and took my hand."Come with me, I need to give you your Christmas present. Even if it is a bit late." She led me upstairs to her room and said, "Take off that ridiculous apron" and that made me feel quite small but once it was off she told me to lay on my back on the bed. As I did, she removed her ski pants leaving herself completely naked before laying next to me. As her hands wandered over my body inducing tingling thrills to coarse through my veins she whispered in my ear, do what you want, anything, because it's the last time and I promise it wont make any difference to the punishment you're getting later. The words struck a chord in the back of my mind but we were too envelopped with each other for me to consider just how serious she was. It was a highly passionate session and, as we laid in each others arms afterwards, I dozed off. I was awoken by Louise to find her wearing her thigh length boots and a black basque. She had dressed for the part and I knew then I would suffer. Yes, of course she had spanked me hard on previous occasions but having done what we had just done and still feeling cozy on the bed, the smell of an incredibly sexy lady mixed with the perfume she was wearing ever present, It was not what I wanted to do for her right now. But I couldn't tell her that, how could I let her down now after her bombshell of earlier, so I looked at her and waited as she paced the bedroom floor slowly yet authoritatively. Even if I was seriously considering not going through with it, the way she was pacing and considering me with a steely gaze, there was no way I could refuse her anything.
She stopped pacing and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here boy and lay yourself across my lap" and I moved myself into position, without hesitation. Her hand rested on my bare behind and her fingers ran across both cheeks. "Oh my dear naughty boy. There isn't a lot of evidence left here from the spoon so we'd better put that RIGHT" and with "right" her hand fell crisply and sharply across the centre of my bum on the left before repeating on the right side. There may not have been much physical evidence from the spoon but it was definitely tender underneath and her hand stung like it never had before. I presume she realised that as her left arm then gripped round my waist tightly before her right arm began swinging down in earnest.
SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK.

Two dozen stinging spanks had landed in no particular pattern but certainly brought a fierce sensation all over my bottom. Her hand stopped but she didn't relinquish her grip on my waist as I felt her nails scrape across my flaming buttocks. I wriggled and jumped at that but still her firm grip remained in place.I just laid there, helpless.

SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK SMACKK.

By the time she had finished raining the next two dozen on my hapless bottom, I was yelping and kicking my feet and I took in several deep breaths before Louise told me to stand and face the wall again. This time, I didn't care how close my nose was, I was just glad to have a respite and some cool air on my bottom before Louise sprung another surprise on me. I felt something cold on my left buttock then a sharp pain. She had lifted her foot, rested the sole there then dug her sharp heel in and I jumped. "KEEP STILL BOY" she commanded and repeated her action on my right buttock. This was never in my mind and it was distinctly unpleasant. How I wished I could see her face to try and understand the pleasure she was getting.
She left me stood there and I heard her dressing table long drawer open. My heart sank - that's where she kept her cane. I heard scuffling and the drawer close. "Turn around boy" As I did my knees nearly buckled. How stupid was I? She also kept her hairbrush and leather shoe-sole paddle in there and all three items were now placed on the bed. I stared at them and looking at me she laughed scornfully.
"Twenty with each" she announced with that twisted smile. How could such a sexy woman change so quickly?
"And you choose the order they're given.So what's first?"
Swallowing and hearing my ears pop I'd swallowed that hard I muttered , "B brush p p please"
Louise smiled and picked it up, caressing the wooden back lovingly. "Good job you remembered your manners boy. Now come here and kneel on all fours in front of me." Once again she had introduced me to something new and I could see why some men had an attraction for kneeling before booted ladies. The next thing I knew she had moved forward and stood astride me gripping my body between her powerful legs before leaning forward, resting the cold hard wooden backed brush against my hot flesh before swinging it down hard and fast with a resounding KERRACKK followed by a second, then third, fourth, fifth and sixth. I didn't have time to draw breath between spanks but she paused and I inhaled deeply before letting out a prolonged arrrrrrrrgggghh as I exhaled and now found my self gasping for air. Louise waited and waited until I was breathing properly again before continuing her merciless assault on my burning bottom. This time she didn't stop and delivered fourteen more Hard Stinging KERRACKKS landing the last two on exactly the same spots as the previous two. Still she held me firm between her legs as I tried in vain to free myself. My hands grasped at the carpet and my feet kicked before finally I was still once more at which point she released me and told me to go back and face the wall. It took me a while to rise and almost hobble across the carpet to my previous position where once more I was glad for the respite.
Standing there, my eyes were watering yet somehow I had managed not to cry - well start sobbing anyway.
"My dear naughty boy - you're going to be so sore" Louise teased as her hands gently stroked my furnace Geez, going to be???? I thought slowly regaining my composure. This time though I found it hard to track time in my mind as I waited and waited for her next move."What next?" she asked simply.
"Oh please Louise" I was almost begging
"Is that paddle please or cane please?"she mocked and that reaffirmed what I already knew. There would be no let up - unless I just walked out. But I knew I wouldn't. I would without doubt give this wonderful lady whatever she wanted.
Somewhat resignedly I stuttered, "Paddle p p lease"
"Go and fetch it then"
So I walked to her bed looking down at the satin sheets recalling what were distant memories for something that happened between us less than two hours ago. I grasped the paddle and handed it to her as she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs wide apart.
"This time boy over my left thigh only" so I stood between her leather clad shapely legs, turned to one side and lowered myself across her thigh.
"FURTHER BOY. I want your face to the floor. As I slid into the prescribed position I felt my buttocks tighten and I could still more than feel the effects of her hard hand and brush.
Once she was satisfied her legs closed and clamped me firmly and I felt helpless. She rubbed the paddle all over my bum before laying it to rest at the top of my right buttock then...
SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP, she worked downwards landing the last on the back of my thighs. That made me yelp and jump but her vice like grip had little trouble holding me still.
SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP she worked back up the left buttock. She rubbed the paddle on the bottom of my thighs and began again SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP, beginning with my thighs and working up alternate cheeks. Tears were beginning to form in my eyes as she rested a moment and let me regain my posture. No let up - SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP she swung her paddle down even harder, repeating the pattern of the last eight. As I was screeching and fighting being held between her legs Louise laughed.
"Ooops - sorry. That was twenty four. But I do so love the sound of leather on bare flesh. Now get up boy and back to the corner." I struggled and sort of fell off her thigh before getting myself in a position from to which to stand.Then slowly shuffling across her plush carpet in the direction she pointed with her paddle, I stood facing the wall. I heard her rise and then she was stood behind me. She rested a finger at the base of my neck and applied gentle pressure. "Nose to the wall boy" she said gradually increasing the pressure until I could get no closer to the wall. Her finger then sensually ran right down the length of my spine between my buttocks then back up again. As she rested her finger at the top of my back, she said "You will be caned in precisely one hour". She jabbed her finger causing my nose to squash and by the time I stood straight again the door closed behind her. Hands on head, I began to wonder. I so wanted to rub. She wouldn't know..... would she? Yet somehow I kept my hands up. I hated this, yet how would I cope without this new found aspect to my life? I knew deep down, afterwards I always felt almost, well exhilarated, knowing I had given this sexy lady what she wanted and satisfied my deep hitherto latent desires. I started to consider some of the things I'd read on the internet and I drifted into my own little world.
These thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and I was soon in sharp focus.
"The hour is nearly up boy. Pile the pillows up in the middle of the bed and get over them." I left the wall and slowly walked round the bed and began to place her pillows centrally, one on top of the other.
"HURRY UP BOY. Your hour's nearly up." Quickly, I placed the remaining pillow on top, clambered onto her bed and positioned myself. Despite her earlier exertions, the cane, I could see out of the corner of my eye was still on the bed and I saw her hand carefully grasp it and pick it up and as it disappeared from view I felt the rattan resting across the centre of my presented buttocks. "Twenty seconds " pause,,,,,,,,,, "Ten seconds" pause,,,,
"Five, four, three, two, one, ZERO" and no sooner had she got to zero than I felt the cane leave it's resting place then bite , hard, exactly there. A streak of fire ignited and and arrrgggggh escaped my lips. and no sooner had I finished crying out, the wicked rattan bit again just below the first. I yelped and as I was getting a firm grip on the edge of the mattress the familiar hum of the cane announced a third stroke was about to make impact. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" I yelled as it landed above the first. I squeezed the mattress harder but sweish CRACKK sweishh CRACKK sweishh CRACKK the next three landed below, above and below, each causing a similar reaction.
My chest heaved as I gasped for breath feeling an indescribably stingy band across the centre of my cheeks delivered in only a few seconds grow and grow. God, the cane is so intense.
Once I had calmed my breathing I felt that rattan rest towards to the top of my behind and equally rapidly
swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK the can fell cutting deep into my mortified flesh creating another stinging band on the top part of my bottom. It was all I could do to remain in position, even my hands were hurting as I gripped so tightly and tears had begun to run down my face uncontrollably.Louise paused a while letting me regain some of my composure and posture but still the tears flowed - but that wasn't going to stop her.
This time the cane rested right on my sit spot and once more working slowly down and landing almost touching each previous line of fire
swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK with the last two being on the very top of my thighs Louise proved what an expert she was with this wicked instrument. I had no resistance left in me and just laid there taking them.
Louise's hand stroked each cheek "Even though I say it myself, I've made a good job of that haven't I?"
Her words seemed distant until she repeated "HAVEN'T I?" landing a sharp slap of her palm on top of the cane strokes.
"y y y yess L l louise" I managed to to stammer.
"That's better boy" she said laughingly adding, "Two more to come"
I really didn't care at this point, two more couldn't hurt me any more than I already did and........
swishhh CRACKKKK swishhh CRACKKK Louise delivered them diagonally the first top left to bottom right and the second bottom left to top right cutting right across the previous eighteen. I can't tell you how glad I was it was finally over. I just laid there and I'm sure it would have hurt to rub as the tears eventually subsided.
At that point Louise lowered her head close to mine and whispered "Well done boy". I'm not sure if it was pride I felt or just self satisfaction that somehow I'd pleased her again. Moments later I felt a not unpleasant cooling sensation on the inferno she had created. Louise was oh so gently rubbing some sort of oil which went some way to dowsing the flames. "There" she said, "That should help reduce the bruising in the days to come"
I began to cry, for a different reason, as I realised the effects of what she had just done would be with me still when she was safely esconsed down under. She ran her fingers through my hair - at least what hair I had left - before she kissed me fully on the lips after easing the pillows from beneath me.
"I think you'd better sleep here tonight because you're in no state to drive home" she said softly. "Anyway, I'd really like you to share my bed with me, even if it is just to sleep.Besides, if I remember rightly, you're on nights tomorrow so you don't have to rush off"
Louise was indeed right and this remarkable lady who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it left me laid there, recovering and certainly feeling the benefits of the oil.

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The next morning we awoke in each other's arms listening to the rain - just for a change! - hammering against her window. She moved the quilt back extricating herself from my arms and pulled me onto my tummy. "Bloody hell - sorry" she laughed as her hand stroked my bum. I wasn't sure I wanted to see what it looked like but she made me look in her wardrobe mirror. Yes, bloody hell indeed!
Well the time had come for me to leave and it was so hard to do. Louise said that she thought we'd have been good together and I think she was right but I knew she couldn't stay, nor could I go with her.
"Just before you go, I have something for you" she said disappearing from the kitchen. When she returned she was holding the cane.
Surely she couldn't be serious and the shock on my face caused her to laugh. "Oh Alex,you silly. I want you to have this, I can't take it with me." I laughed mighty relieved and thanked her with a kiss. Then she added "Besides, you might find a use for it" I hoped perhaps she would be right, she always seemed to be.

We hugged each other tightly and Louise said "Thanks for everything you've done for me."
Everything I've done for her, I thought, and realised for the first time, even though I'd so wanted to please her by submitting, It was genuinely appreciated and she wasn't just taking.
"I'll send you contact details so you can book a holiday to Australia. Now, get yourself off, I hate good byes."
I kissed her again, wished her all the luck in the world and left to go back to my normal life wondering how much a return flight to Melbourne Australia was.

[Often123]

Whew, that Louise is quite a woman.