An exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the MA she’s strived so hard to attain almost complete, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, even something so mundane as clothes shopping.
Used to being an outsider – teacher’s pet, bookworm and swot are familiar, uncomplimentary descriptions – Alice embraces her geek status with pride. Sure, she attends the occasional postgraduate party, more out of a sense of obligation than enthusiasm, but blokes her age don’t do it for Alice. Seemingly either intimidated by her intellect or determined to brag to their mates they’ve ‘scored a nerd,’ it isn’t worth the hassle.
An invitation to join the college quiz team is an entirely different prospect, both a challenging intellectual test and, best of all, the chance to meet Giles Knighton, celebrity quizmaster (‘QM’), of the TV series, ‘Battle of the Brightest’. This popular programme involves a collection of brains the size of Mars competing for, well, since you ask, an engraved glass bowl. No cash prize, no foreign holiday, simply a public celebration of higher education.
Alice secretly fancies Giles; she’s minimal experience in such matters, but something about the way he solemnly utters the phrase, “five-point penalty,” when an over-eager contestant answers too soon make her damp with desire. In recent months she’s had a bizarre recurring dream of being summoned to his office wherein the QM, dramatically stretching each syllable, insists Alice pay a pen-al-ty and spanks her across his knee.
Where on earth did that idea come from? Never smacked by her impeccably liberal parents as a child and top of her class each year she was a regular goody two shoes. Is spanking even a thing, Alice wonders? Oh! Apparently, it is and that’s a question she won’t be asking Google again anytime soon…
The quiz show is filmed over three consecutive days at a London TV studio, with overnight stays in a posh hotel and culminating in a grand finale, followed by a winners’ dinner with Giles.
On the first day of competition, Alice, an avid fan of the show, doesn’t share her teammate’s nerves. This assurance momentarily leads to overconfidence when she impulsively answers before the QM has even finished a question. Wrongly it turns out, he looks directly at her, just like in the dream. “Five-point penalty,” says the QM solemnly and Alice becomes simultaneously mortified and excited. Perhaps she’s mistaken but it subsequently seems the QM’s focus is on her whenever she looks up. One of the production team also notices and nods to a colleague.
“QM has one of the students on his radar.”
“Well, we know where that’s going,” is the amused reply.
On day two, Alice’s team aces the quarter and semis to secure a playoff place. Filming is through by early afternoon, allowing everyone time to prepare for tomorrow. Alice belatedly realises she’s woefully underdressed; her default outfit of hoodie and jeans doesn’t work on camera. Aware of the QM’s burgeoning interest, she knows that while cleverness is sexy it may not be enough to hold his interest. Her appearance urgently needs a revamp, but purchasing new clothes is intimidating; supercilious assistants, too much choice, and a budget of next to nothing pose seemingly insuperable problems. Without much hope, she seeks sartorial salvation in a nearby upmarket charity shop.
Alice selects a dress and while trying it on gets chatting with the manager, Hannah, fortuitously an aficionado of the quiz show, who quickly grasps her dilemma.
“You have a good figure, don’t hide it by dressing like my Gran,” she says bluntly, but not unkindly. “What about this little black dress?” Even Alice, a fashion ingénue, appreciates the flattering fit. “I think bare legs will look okay,” continues Hannah, “but how did someone who’s always swotting get such a tan?”
“I read on the lawn…”
“I kind of walked into that answer,” her smile warms Alice’s heart. “Now, do you own any makeup?”
“I only use lipstick, if I remember,” replies our heroine. Hannah sighs indulgently. “It’s a good shade, suits your auburn hair – you should wear that down. Let me give you a quick 101 on eyeliner and mascara. Voila,” she says a few minutes later, “reckon you can do the same tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Alice is a quick, if not modest, study.
“On to shoes, you don’t look like a heels girl, what about these silver flats?”
Alice sighs: “They’re lovely, but the dress costs all the money I have.”
“No problem,” responds Hannah, radiating positivity. “Borrow them,” she grins wickedly, “ensuring I get to see you again. Try this as well,” Hannah takes off the chunky red necklace she’s wearing and fastening it around Alice’s neck. Her touch is warm and intimate, sparking an unexpected jolt of electricity. “Lovely, I quite fancy you myself, now go and win, girl.” Burbling heartfelt thanks and struggling to contain confused emotions, Alice returns to the studios, a woman transformed.
The QM’s transparently obvious double take when he first catches sight of Alice’s new look is priceless. Unsurprisingly her team makes it to the final, the closing minutes a tense, battle of academic prowess with Alice’s university ultimately victorious. The subsequent valedictory dinner passes in a blur and an unaccustomed intake of wine. Later, with practiced nonchalance and just as the film crew had predicted, the QM invites Alice to his room, “for a nightcap.”
Giles is both erudite and entertaining, confidently exuding masculinity as he ushers her toward the sofa. He pours a Perrier – no more alcohol for Alice tonight she decides – and brushes, plausibly accidentally, against her breasts. For her part she’s impressed but not overawed, Alice fully intends to get fucked tonight.
“You look lovely,” ventures the QM, loins stiffening as he delivers the compliment. “Played the final round superbly, and no penalty points”.
Bingo! Alice flushes, clamping her thighs together in a futile attempt to suppress a familiar frisson of carnal excitement. “Those words seem to produce a dramatic physical effect,” he continues. “What do they make you think of Alice?”
“Being bad,” she replies tentatively.
“I see,” responds the QM calmly, “and what do you suppose happens to bad girls?”
“Since I’m never naughty I wouldn’t know,” she answers spiritedly.
“Something made you blush during the contest whenever someone incurred a penalty point…” The QM won’t let Alice off the hook.
“In my imagination, bad girls get spanked,” Alice’s voice drops to a whisper.
“And in reality?”
“I think that’s up to you, quiz master.”
“Then you’d better get across my knee.”
Obediently and unhesitatingly, she obeys. Unhurriedly Giles pulls the LBD tight across her delightfully pert posterior, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Alice. Grasps the hem and inches it up slender thighs until the full expanse of her bottom is revealed.
“Surprisingly racy knickers for a geek,” he observes.
“You should see my bra.”
“I rather think I eventually shall. These are of course coming down,” he adds, tugging the panties to her knees. “Naughty girls are always spanked on their bare bottom.”
He allows a palpable tension to build; Alice turns her head and gives a questioning look. Giles lifts her chin, and they kiss l, this first intimate contact abruptly interrupted when his palm strikes her right cheek. The springy skin shimmers sensually under the impact; Alice yelps as her left cheek receives similar treatment. He alternates from side to side and a cumulative smart begins to suffuse Alice’s bottom.
Completely in thrall to the moment she squirms across his lap, red marks on her bum and thighs, soaring to previously unimagined heights of sexual stimulation until the QM eventually stops. Chivalrously he helps Alice, heat radiating from her blush-pink posterior, to stand, exhibiting the wet evidence of her arousal in the process. The QM reaches forward but a newly emboldened Alice bids him wait.
“Stay still,” she murmurs, “let’s see what we have here.” Deftly she frees his erect member. “Well,” Alice muses aloud, “not that I’m any expert but that is impressive. Do you have a condom?” Blithely thinking all females to ‘be on the pill,’ the QM hasn’t considered this eventuality. “Don’t worry,” says Alice, “as usual I’ve done my lesson preparation.” She produces a small packet from under an exotic bra strap and slips a sheath over his straining erection. “Something I learned from YouTube,” she reveals proudly, “always good to put theory into practice.” There’s a subtle change in the balance of power. She stands, he sits; Alice, aware of the QM’s evident desire to possess her, senses instinctively she’s gained control.
“Right,” she says softly,” let’s see what you can do Mr Knighton – or should I say, Professor?” Giles is past caring, in thrall to an atavistic desire to penetrate this entrancing, rosy-bottomed vision. Alice straddles him, sliding the tip of his cock between labia slick with her own juices. Delicately she lowers herself, engages the head and then pauses. Apart from a couple of drunken student fumbles, painfully groped tits, and an ineptly prodded pussy, this is her first time.
Giles moves to hold her hips and Alice lightly slaps his hand away. “I decide when,” she murmurs reproachfully. Slowly she takes him deeper inside.
“So tight,” Giles sighs with pleasure. Alice bends to kiss him and guides his hands to her breasts. She clenches her pelvic floor muscles.
“Tight,” Alice muses absently, “despite all my practice with a vibrator…” Enough teasing, her need for release can’t be delayed. Alice moves up and down, taking his full length, increasing the pressure on her clitoris, and sending Giles to seventh heaven.
“I’m coming,” moans Giles, unable to hold back as his cock spasms, flooding her pussy.
“Yes!” shrieks Alice, for once totally uninhibited. Overcome by intense waves of sensation, trembling and moaning, she climaxes too. Unsure of post-coital etiquette Alice leaves a polite thank-you note and creeps out early the next morning while Giles is still asleep.
Her first stop is the charity shop, to return the shoes.
“Hi, I’m Cinderella in reverse,” she laughs.
Hannah greets her with a congratulatory hug that quickly transmutes into ardent kisses, hands eagerly exploring each other’s bodies. “There’s the necklace too,” adds Alice, eyes shining, alive to entirely new erotic possibilities.
“A gift darling, I want you to keep it on.” Hannah walks to the door, locks it and turns the sign to ‘closed’. She leads Alice to the back of the shop. “But take everything else off and open those lovely legs wide for me, there’s something else I want to do for you…”
Although Giles is wise enough to understand there’s was a ‘one night only’ encounter, they remain on good terms. Alice gains a Ph.D., and the QM generously introduces her to a network of influential media folk. Since her quiz appearance proved a big hit with the viewing public, she gets a gig presenting TV science programmes.
A year later Hannah and Alice lie together in post-coital bliss.
“I need a cock,” murmurs Hannah, slightly the older of the pair. “Don’t misunderstand honey, what we have is lovely, you do me beautifully with the strap-on, but sometimes a girl just craves the real thing.”
“What do we have?” replies Alice dreamily, unoffended by her soul mate’s frankness. “What are we?”
“Non-exclusive as women and still enjoy men, we don’t have to define ourselves as anything,” shrugs Hannah.
“Fine by me,” agrees Alice, “but getting back to your point, where do we find someone appropriate?”
“You sung the praises of quiz master Giles a while back,” ventures Hannah, “seen him recently?”
“A couple of times…” replies Alice, guardedly.
“I thought your initial assignation was a one-off?”
“It was, then it wasn’t,” answers Alice vaguely, “he seems to have assumed a mentoring role.”
“By mentoring I suppose you mean spanking your pert bottom, followed by a sound shafting?”
“To be honest, yes,” Alice smiles pleasurably at the memory of her last encounter just a couple of weeks previously.
“Well, I’d like some of the latter too, please. Let’s invite Giles to tea,” announces Hannah decisively.
Giles sits in Hannah’s spacious flat eating daintily cut sandwiches, cream scones with strawberry jam, and sipping Earl Grey tea. What, he wonders, have these two, a science professor, and a recently published novelist, been plotting?
“Delightful to be here, but I suspect a hidden agenda.”
“Hannah has devised an entertainment to set the mood, after which we rather hoped you’d assist us in attending to certain needs.” Alice responds with sparkling good humour. “Not unlike those you and I have indulged in our recent, shall we say, tutorials.”
“Aha,” now Giles understands, “a most intriguing prospect, please proceed,” he gestures indulgently. Hannah steps boldly forward, grasps Alice by the wrists and tugs her towards the sofa.
“I’m afraid this naughty darling has been tardy in keeping me apace with her recent romantic encounters, contrary to our arrangement. “Consequently, I intend to spank her, with you as a witness to add a dash of shame and humiliation.” Alice looks anything but shamed and humiliated; turned on would be a more accurate description.
Hannah sits purposefully, back straight, knees demurely together, pulls Alice face down across her lap and commences the spanking. Hoists her simple summer dress, pulling down lace-trimmed panties the better to expertly burnish her bare bottom until Alice is squealing. Hannah winks conspiratorially at Giles who watches enraptured from an adjacent chair.
“Bad girl, I haven’t finished with you yet,” she admonishes. Pulling her friend’s skimpy undies right off, she sniffs the flimsy material, inhaling the olfactory evidence of the young woman’s sexual stimulation before pushing them into Alice’s mouth. “That’ll keep you quiet for a bit. I must be inventive when disciplining this minx,” she explains to Giles who leans forward so as not to miss a single erotic moment.
Hannah tosses a cushion on the floor and then manoeuvres her compliant partner into position. “Kneel, feet and knees apart, head on the cushion and bottom-up high, reach behind and spread your cheeks,” instructions at once embarrassing and unexpected. Wincing as her fingers touch tender skin Alice slowly obeys, opening her arse crack to reveal her most intimate treasures.
Initially, Hannah strokes and soothes, caressing Alice’s pale open thighs, brushing teasingly across already engorged labia. Without warning, she delivers six slaps to the broad expanse of Alice’s already red bottom, eliciting stifled gasps of protest from the gagged girl.
“Good, since it appears I have your full attention, some swats on that lovely rosebud should keep you focussed.”
“Umph!” Alice expresses muffled outrage at this rude revelation.
“Keep that bottom spread wide young lady or you’ll get extra,” warns Hannah. “One…” Alice is certainly feeling the impact of Hannah’s punitive palm on her rudely assaulted orifice. “Two,” Hannah continues counting out loud, the promised slaps punctuated by solicitous touches.
Hannah allows a brief intermission, sliding dextrous fingers along Alice’s glistening slit. With each subsequent smack, suppressed yelps of distress gradually become sensual moans. Eyes rolling, slack jawed, the knickers fall from Alice’s mouth; she sneaks a hand towards her aching pussy.
“No!” Hannah slaps it away, then takes pity and bends to softly kiss the burning buttocks, rimming Alice’s pulsating portal with a darting flick of her tongue. The final stinging blow precipitates a violent climax. Alice’s entire torso stiffens; Hannah prudently moves sideways as her lover orgasms, squirting across the parquet floor. Looking smug she employs the panties to mop up, then lifts the still trembling Alice into a passionate embrace.
“Thank you,” whispers Alice.
“You’re welcome,” purrs Hannah.
“Christ almighty,” gasps Giles.
The over-stimulated trio regain their composure and more tea is taken. Eventually, Alice breaks the contemplative silence. “High time we dealt with Hannah.”
“Dealt with?” repeats Hannah warily.
‘And what might my role be?” enquires Giles, raising a quizzical eyebrow.
“She wants cock,” reveals Alice bluntly, “apparently it’s been a while and we rather thought you might be so kind.”
“I might,” agrees Giles.
“I am actually here you know,” points out Hannah petulantly.
Blithely ignoring this interruption, Giles continues, “In fact I most definitely will, after another pressing matter is concluded.” Alice, instinctively knows where this is going, recognising his determined expression. Attempting to edge away Hannah is caught between the two, each clasping an arm.
“What do you mean?”
“I spank you for overzealously punishing Alice,” says Giles in a distinctly commanding tone.
“She enjoyed it,” protests Hannah, “came buckets in case that escaped you?”
To no avail, the determined pair force Hannah face down over the back of the sofa, blonde tresses tumbling across her shoulders. Giles lifts her full skirt, unveiling a perfect peach of a bottom, enticingly framed by white stockings and suspenders.
“How very lovely,” he observes, “is this attire in my honour?”
“Not solely,” replies Alice, “I enjoy them too.”
Kneeling on the sofa cushions, Alice grabs Hannah’s hands, fixing her firmly in position, bare-bottomed and vulnerable.
“I didn’t agree to this,” protests Hannah to no avail, “I give spankings, not receive them.”
“I think you may find this helpful,” suggests Alice brightly, proffering a short leather strap to Giles. “It certainly had a salutary effect on me,” her lips purse at the recollection. Hannah groans disconsolately.
“Exactly what’s required to redress the balance; hold onto her tightly Alice, she’s going to really feel these.” It’s no exaggeration; Alice only just manages to restrain her friend’s struggles against the impact of six parallel bands of fire.
“Too much,” Hannah gasps after five strokes; mind already focussed upon an altogether more urgent need as arousal inexorably suffuses her sex.
“I’ll decide when what’s too much,” growls Giles delivering a forceful final impact forcing the woman up onto her toes.
“Noooo,” wails Hanna, as the strap slaps down across the full moons of her bouncing buttocks. Bloody hell, she thinks, this is what it’s like to get your arse smacked, no wonder Alice makes such a fuss. However, in tandem with the tingling smart permeating her bottom cheeks, a surging thrill builds between Hannah’s thighs.
“I think she’s ready,” observes Alice, demonstrating the English knack for understatement; a fact exemplified by the abundant wetness between Hannah’s thighs. Impelled by his own pressing need for release, Giles grasps her hips, plunging into her pussy with a single powerful thrust.
“Christ you weren’t exaggerating, Alice, it is big! Go on, hard and deep, I can take it,” gasps Hannah, wriggling ecstatically to accommodate the full length, stretched by Giles’ rigid rod as it penetrates to the hilt.
Giles settles into a powerful rhythm, aware of the heat radiating from Hannah’s curvaceous derriere. She throws back her head, convulsing in an uncharacteristic loss of control. Hips bucking wildly, Hannah is engulfed in a noisy series of climaxes as Giles spurts his seed deep within.
Collapsed in various states of disarray and momentarily satiated, they eventually rouse themselves. Exchanging a meaningful look the women advance on Giles, slumped in an easy chair. Clutching his cock, eager tongues flick along its tumescent length, they make an effective team, both blessed with sufficient self-possession not to fall prey to jealousy.
“Let’s get you nice and stiff again,” whispers Hannah, “Alice is a greedy girl and needs a fucking too, she can lick my kitty while you take her from behind.” How very clever. Giles appears set for an exhausting afternoon…
