Betty was walking along the promenade with her new friend, Heather. They had met the other day in a coffee bar and, after chatting happily, they agreed to team up for the granny and grandpa races organised on the adult-only section of the beach a few days later where everyone, from bathers to the lifeguards, had to be sixteen years of age or older.
The races were an annual event run by the lifeguards. All of the lifeguards were girls aged between sixteen and twenty-years-old who were used to dealing swiftly and effectively with any misbehaviour on the beach, with the authority to give a bare bottom spanking to those who misbehaved no matter the offender’s age. The spankings were watched by anyone already on the beach, and many adults came just to watch knowing that at least one person would most likely earn a spanking.
Both Betty and Heather were sixty-five-years-old, and, on the day of the races, were wearing a one-piece swimsuit. Betty would have preferred to wear a bikini because, she knew, if she had to face any discipline from the teenage lifeguards it would be on her bare bottom but she would be able to keep her bikini bra on. However, she knew how odd it would look if someone her age wore a bikini, particularly with her fleshy tummy and thighs. Therefore, she wore the one-piece swimsuit, and just hoped she wouldn’t get caught cheating this time.
Heather had no idea that Betty had cheated on the bake-off, nor previously at the races, nor that she had been spanked by the teenage supervisor at the bake-off. She was definitely law-abiding herself although liked to have a good time and felt that Betty had the right kind of partying personality that suited her.
Betty knew that she was someone who liked to win at whatever she did, and wasn’t against cheating to get there. In fact, she cheated most times and got away with it, winning trophy after trophy, and so began to think she was untouchable. Even though she was caught out at the bake-off, and whilst she certainly didn’t enjoy being spanked, like lots of granny aged women she had this fantasy of being disciplined by teenage girls, and so at least that was played out. She knew that the games on the beach today were also being supervised by the teenage girl lifeguards and so there was the risk if she was caught cheating again, that she would be spanked once again, and very much in public, but it was worth the risk, she told herself.
In fact, Betty knew that she would need to cheat in order to stand a chance of winning the race she particularly wanted to enter this year, which was the egg and spoon race. To help, she hid in a cloth some mastic putty which she would use to stick the egg to the spoon when no one was watching.
In order to make herself safer, she put the putty in a purse but with nothing else in it, and asked Heather if she would put the purse in her bag as she had forgotten to bring a handbag herself. She still expected both of them to get away with the ruse, but, if not, she thought that at least it would be Heather who would be caught rather than her. She wasn’t overly concerned about that as Heather was only a new friend.
Betty and Heather were chatting happily as they walked along the beach towards the area where the races were due to be held. When they got there, Betty was surprised to see that their bags had to be searched and, thinking quickly, and to add to her own protection, saw that there were two queues and directed Heather to one queue while she stood in the other one as she felt that being separated would mean that she wouldn’t be caught out even if Heather was. However, she soon wondered if they should both walk away now but was unable to get Heather’s attention, and moments later Heather put her bag on the table in front of one of the lifeguards.
As Heather put her bag on the table Betty saw the granny at the front of her queue was accused of cheating and moments later the granny was walked off towards the beach, with her arm clasped tightly by one of the teenage lifeguards so was pretty sure she knew that meant the granny was going to get a public spanking on the beach.
Betty looked nervously towards Heather even though she saw that the lifeguard was smiling and appeared to be chatting quite happily. Then she saw that the lifeguard asked Heather something, and Heather turned and pointed towards Betty. The lifeguard caught the attention of another lifeguard and pointed at Betty who saw that the second lifeguard was making her way quickly towards her. Betty wanted to run but knew that the lifeguard, being less than a third her own age, was going to be much fitter and would easily catch her up if she tried to run away. So, fearing the worst, she waited for the second lifeguard to get to her.
The lifeguard approached Betty and, with what Betty could tell was a false smile said, “Hello, Betty, can you come with me, please. We’re just talking to your friend, Heather.”
Betty saw from the name badge that the lifeguard was called Lucy, and thought she was only eighteen-years-old. She was dressed in the standard lifeguards uniform of a vest top and shorts, which she knew would be covering up her bikini. She also saw the thick wooden-backed paddle hairbrush secured to Lucy’s belt which told her Lucy was one of the disciplinarian lifeguards, which made her even more nervous as Lucy looked a particularly well-toned young lady who, no doubt, could give a very hard spanking when needed.
Moments later, Betty was standing next to Heather who was on her right, and, standing on her left, was Lucy. Betty saw that the other lifeguard was called Emma and thought she also looked eighteen-years-old.
Emma asked in quite an innocent tone, “So, you have both come together and will be entering the granny egg and spoon race?”
Betty wanted to answer but Heather said first, “Yes, we are both going to enter the egg and spoon race, and then we are both going to enter the three-legged race.”
Emma said, sounding thoughtful, and looking at Betty “Okay, so it’s both of you who will be entering the egg and spoon race? Is that right?”
Betty had no choice but to reply, “Yes that’s right.”
It was then that Emma took out the purse, unzipped it, and poured the contents onto the table, glared at Betty and Heather, and asked, “So can you tell me what this will be used for?”
Heather looked at the mastic putty and clearly knew immediately what it could be used for and looked at Betty with a worried face. It was worse when she realised that Betty was blushing so obviously had intentionally put the putty into the purse.
Betty tried to bluff, and said, “Oh, Heather, what is that?”
Heather was flummoxed by the question and responded, “What do you mean, Betty? That purse is yours.”
Betty was about to deny that but Emma jumped in with, “Well, ladies, it really doesn’t matter who’s purse it is. What is clear is what you were going to use it for, which was to cheat in the egg and spoon race. Clearly, we don’t have cheating, and anyone caught is dealt with. So, Lucy will be taking you both to the punishment area.”
Before Betty could say anything, Lucy went and stood between her and Betty and grabbed them both by their fleshy upper arms and commanded, “Right, ladies, come with me.”
Emma quickly put everything back in the bag, including the purse with the putty, and handed it to Heather. She could tell that Heather was likely to be an innocent party, but rules were rules and as they both came as a team the assumption was that they both knew what each other was trying to do. Even if they didn’t, then Heather should’ve checked rather than just carry Betty’s purse without seeing what was in it. Those were the rules which everyone knew were strictly enforced.
Betty and Heather were both blushing as they were led along the beach by the teenage lifeguard knowing that lots of people there were turning and staring at them as they knew what the two granny-aged women must have done. None of those looking on had any sympathy for cheats, and so most had knowing looks that said, ‘Well if you cheat then you will get what you deserve,’ and even some had smiles on their faces that said, ‘I can’t wait to see you disciplined.’
When Betty and Heather got to the punishment beach area they saw the granny-aged lady who had been led away moments before they were. They all glanced at each other, with the other lady and Betty giving each other looks that said they were both guilty, and Heather having a look of despair suggesting that she was an innocent party.
Heather was certainly upset with Betty for cheating and without telling her to give her the choice of whether she wanted to take part in the attempt to cheat or not. Of course, what she told herself, was that she was looking for a new friend and Betty did fit that need, and so she had to admit that she was pretty sure that even had Betty told her about the putty that she would’ve gone along with it to help her efforts to befriend Betty. Of course, it was easy to regret that after being caught, but she did rather like the idea of winning a race and getting a medal and all of the cheers that went with it, although now that wasn’t going to happen and there were going to be cheers of a very different type.
Heather also thought about the fact that she had been to some of these events before and watched as women her own age had been spanked by the lifeguards. She always enjoyed watching it because she was turned on by watching that kind of thing and had even wondered what it might be like to suffer the indignity of being spanked by a teenage girl in front of a whole lot of strangers. In fact, even last night she had fingered herself to the most amazing orgasm picturing herself being spanked by one of the lifeguards who she had seen twice before spanking a woman her age. She remembered her name was Samantha, although couldn’t see her here today.
Betty and Heather looked around and saw that the area was full of people sitting at tables eating food from the beach café, and Betty remembered that this was the place where she had come to watch women her age being spanked by the teenage lifeguards and had enjoyed every moment of it. Even now, about to be on the receiving end this time, and watched by so many strangers, she didn’t feel that bad because she would be the centre of attention. In fact, much to her surprise, she felt increasingly turned-on by the prospect of being spanked in public, and wondered if that was due as much to the humiliation as the stinging pain, and anyway reckoned that as she had been fairly caught, she had nothing to complain about really.
Heather’s thoughts were very different. She knew that in a few moments she was going to be naked whilst everyone sitting at the tables would be clothed, at least in their swimsuits. It was then that Heather realised the major difference between wearing even a skimpy swimsuit and being totally naked. She started straight away to struggle with the fact that she would soon be in that humiliating position that she had seen so many others in right here, and certainly wanted to be anywhere else but here.
Just then Betty and Heather heard the command, “Francis, come here straight away.”
Betty and Heather looked up and saw that one of the lifeguards, who in fact was Samantha who Heather had fantasised about, was glaring at the other woman waiting to be spanked whose name they now knew was Francis. They watched as Francis went across to Samantha and stood by her side.
Samantha then ordered, “Get your swimsuit off, you naughty granny-aged woman.”
Francis was blushing as she obediently slipped the straps of her one-piece swimsuit down her arms to her waist, and then pushed it down towards the floor, stepping out of it, stooping to pick it up, and then put it on the table behind Samantha. She then bent across Samantha’s lap whilst having to listen to so many derogatory comments about her turkey neck, bat wings, drooping breasts, fleshy tummy, and fleshy thighs.
Betty and Heather realised that almost all of the comments were coming from the teenage girls who were watching, whilst a lot of the granny-aged women were actually silent, or even deep in thought. It then struck them both that, maybe, these women their own age came, just like they have done, to watch others suffer the humiliation of being spanked and at the same time fantasise about themselves being spanked. So, maybe it was a fantasy that many more people their age had, just as they had thought those thoughts when watching others being spanked.
However, as the spanking started, Heather’s thoughts reverted to the fact that she would soon be the one having her bottom spanked and wondered whether she would be able to hear the comments still taking place as she struggled to deal with the pain, just as Francis seemed to be struggling.
Even as Samantha continued to spank Francis, Emma came into the area and ordered Betty and Heather, “Right, the bag search has discovered more naughty granny-aged women trying to cheat who are being brought here, so get ready for your spanking and get your swimsuits off.”
Heather was suddenly even more worried at the firm instruction, and panicked, “Please, Miss, I’m really sorry. Please can you let me off? Please.”
Emma gave a sigh as she sat on the chair and beckoned Heather to stand next to her.
Heather actually thought that she might even get away with it and happily went and stood next to Emma. She didn’t even mind as Emma placed her hand on the back of her thigh and rubbed up and down in what Heather thought was a maternal gesture. Her hope was dashed though when she heard Emma ask, “Do you think it would be really fair if you were let off when no one else was?”
Heather swallowed hard at that question and didn’t know how to answer. Of course, she would love to say that she should be let off, but then she could see the point of view and maybe it wasn’t fair to the others.
Emma could see the thoughtful look on Heathers’ face and allowed a few more moments before assuming Heather wasn’t going to press her request not to be spanked, and said, “Let me help you there, Heather,” and pulled her arm back and landed a very hard smack on the back of Heathers’ leg.
Heather had certainly been brought up understanding that if you were caught out then just accept your punishment. That was what was going through her mind when she felt the pain of the stinging pain as Emma smacked the back of her leg. It hurt, but then so did the second smack, and the third smack stung even more.
Emma ordered, “Stand still you naughty woman,” as she adjusted her position slightly, pulled her arm back, and then landed a hard smack on the back of Heathers’ other leg. That was followed by the second and third even harder smacks.
All the time this was going on, Betty heard those around them making comments about how the naughty woman deserved to have her legs smacked. How could she possibly have asked not to be spanked when she had been caught cheating, they discussed, and it certainly added to the background chatter as they watched Samantha continue to spank Francis on alternate bottom cheeks, and clearly, everyone watching was enjoying themselves just as much as Betty and Heather would’ve been enjoying themselves if they were the ones watching.
After smacking Heathers’ legs, Emma glared at her and said sternly, “Now, you naughty granny-aged woman, get your swimsuit off and expect an even harder spanking now.”
Heather looked around and saw that Betty had already taken off her swimsuit and immediately told herself how silly she had been to plead with the teenage lifeguard. Still, she certainly was learning lots of lessons today about who she can trust and what happens when she is caught out.
Heather quickly slid the straps of her swimsuit down her arms, past her waist and kept pushing it down to the floor, stepping out of it, and put it on top of Betty’s swimsuit. She then turned around but only looked at the floor, now far too embarrassed look at anyone’s face as she was naked. On the other hand, she certainly heard all the derogatory comments about her own turkey neck, bat wings, fleshy tummy and thighs, and, of course, her red legs.
Two more granny-aged women were escorted into the area by another teenage lifeguard, and Emma ordered, “Right, you too naughty granny-aged women, let’s get started with you. There are others who need to be taught a lesson after you as well.”
Just then Lucy turned another chair around so it was facing Emma, and sat down.
Emma then ordered, “Right, I’ll spank you, Heather, and Lucy will spank Betty.”
Betty and Heather gasped when they saw both teenage lifeguards unclip their hairbrushes from their belts and put them within easy reach on the table behind them, knowing they would be used on their bottoms.
Even so, Betty had reconciled herself to being spanked, and had even been surprised how, whilst waiting and listening to the derogatory comments, she actually felt flutters flying around her vagina. So, she realised, humiliation was one of the factors that got her turned on, as well as the anticipation of the pain to come, which she now knew was in addition to when suffering the pain itself. However, as she lowered herself across Lucy‘s lap, she even thought wickedly about those thoughtful looks on the faces of so many of those watching and she really did think that being spanked by teenage girls was something that so many others also fantasised about. However, she was about to live their dream again and, as much as it was going to hurt and be humiliating, she already felt the benefit in her sex palace.
Heather, on the other hand, winced at the instruction to go across Emma’s lap because, as much as she had fantasised about being spanked, she never did understand why it turned her on given that when she had watched women being spanked by these selfsame lifeguards, those women always ended up struggling and crying with the pain. However, that didn’t stop her coming back to watch it again, nor did it stop her fingering herself when in bed that night. Anyway, she told herself that whilst it was bound to hurt, there would be no lasting harm, and, after all, it was as much for the entertainment of those watching as a punishment for those who had been caught cheating.
As Heather eased herself across Emma’s lap and the floor came up to meet her face, so she saw everything upside-down, and although she had imagined it, that was nowhere near as clear a view as she now had. Yes, she was tense, and, yes, she was very worried about the pain, but also thought how she had wanted this to happen, and maybe she should thank Betty for tricking her because, if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be experiencing it today. She now even realised how lucky she had been to find someone like Betty who she clearly couldn’t trust, but might just have to say thank you to afterwards.
Heather stopped those thoughts as the first spank landed on her bottom. It was rather a shock for her but supposed it didn’t actually hurt as much as those smacks on the backs of the legs. Mind you, as the spanks continued so she quickly realised the stinging intensified and was starting to understand why those that she had watched being spanked struggled as the spanking proceeded.
Betty was more relaxed than Heather as she looked at Lucy’s calf muscles and when she saw them tense so she knew the spanking was about to start. Next moment she felt the first spank and then spank after spank landing on alternate bottom cheeks, and set herself the task of coping as best she could.
As the spanks continued, so Betty and Heather both heard the continuing derogatory remarks from those watching, about their large fleshy bottom cheeks and their drooping swaying breasts, all given with the sound of laughter in their voices, but not one sympathetic comment. Well, Emma had made it clear that they deserved to be spanked because they had been caught cheating, and so weren’t surprised at the lack of sympathy, and, of course, that was exactly right of the authoritative teenage disciplinarian lifeguard.
Those watching still found it rather funny to see two granny-aged women being spanked by two teenage girls who actually had the authority to do so because they had the responsible position of being lifeguards, and were the equivalent of the police on the beach. They knew it was all too easy for people to get into difficulty on the beach because others messed around too much, but also knew that the behaviour on the beach had improved markedly since the lifeguards were given the authority to spank those misbehaving beachgoers. It all made sense, really, and everyone was actually far happier with that regime than they had been previous to it. Even the granny-aged women who were spanked, many time and time again, accepted the regime was a good one, because, after all, alternatively they could’ve just as easily been sent to the police station to be dealt with.
As their bottoms were now spanked time and time again on the same bottom cheek before the other bottom cheek was spanked time and again, so Betty and Heather stopped thinking their thoughts and focused on dealing with the increasing pain. They both also realised they could no longer hear the derogatory comments, or, at least, couldn’t make them out sufficiently well, because of the loud noise each spank made. That continued as they felt the backs of their legs being rubbed a few times and then spanked time and again but Betty knew exactly how much that was going to hurt. As for Heather, it was a new experience, but now she knew first hand that the spanking hurt much more than she thought it would when fantasising about it.
Emma and Lucy had been exchanging glances during the spanking and kept nodding to each other confirming they still had a way to go before both bottom cheeks and the backs of both legs were red enough. Then, one more nod and a glance towards the hairbrushes, and they were both in agreement that it was time to use their paddle hairbrushes.
Emma and Lucy both picked up the hairbrushes, turned back, and rubbed the red bottoms on their laps with the wooden paddle side of the hairbrush.
Betty felt something different to a hand rubbing her bottom in circles and she immediately remembered the hairbrush that was attached to the girl’s belts and knew she was now in for the most painful part of the spanking. When the hairbrush was no longer being rubbed in circles Betty tried to look at Lucy’s calf muscles but her eyes were already too blurred to see them. Next moment she heard a loud thwack as the hairbrush spanked down on her bottom, and that was immediately followed with a searing pain that cascaded around her bottom, just as it did that first time she was spanked with the hairbrush those few days ago. She knew the pain was now going to be worse than she could possibly handle, and, as expected, as the hairbrush spanked down time and again on her bottom cheeks, so she dissolved into uncontrolled crying.
Heather hoped that when Emma stopped spanking her that the punishment was over. She was therefore shocked when she felt her bottom being rubbed in circles again although thought at the time it was Emma’s hand. However, when the first spank landed with the hairbrush she yelped with the pain because it was nothing like anything she had felt before. Then, as the spanks continued, and the pain intensified, so she regretted more and more having Betty as her so-called friend who clearly didn’t care at all that she got her into this amount of trouble. As the pain took hold so Heather yelped each time the hairbrush landed on her bottom cheeks, and she too dissolved into uncontrollable crying.
Emma and Lucy were certainly adept at spanking with the hairbrush and had done it so many times before and on granny-aged women just like Betty and Heather, and took the whole discipline regime very seriously. They focused on the bottom they were spanking, making sure that when the hairbrush landed it flattened the bottom cheek, more so with larger fleshier bottoms of the granny-aged women they regularly spanked, and then as they lifted the hairbrush back up they watched the bottom cheek bounce back and swirl around, and then did exactly the same to the other bottom cheek. They made sure that each bottom cheek was nicely bruised blue and that the granny-aged woman being spanked was crying uncontrollably before they even started to think about stopping the spanking. Some of the granny-aged women took longer to reduce to uncontrolled crying, but that never worried the authoritative teenagers because it normally only meant forty or fifty extra spanks which the girls happily gave.
Once Emma and Lucy were happy with both granny-aged women crying uncontrollably and that their bottoms were bruised blue they looked at each other and nodded and were satisfied that they had given sufficiently hard spankings to teach both granny-aged women a lesson. They were aware that whilst most beachgoers only needed to be spanked the once to learn their lesson, some, particularly granny-aged women, came back several times and were caught misbehaving. Both girls often wondered whether these granny-aged women did it on purpose, and that was also in the mind of almost all of the teenage lifeguards. However, they all agreed that wasn’t their problem, but it was their job to make sure that each spanking was sufficiently hard, like the ones they had just given.
Emma gave out the order, “Right, you two granny-aged women, you can get up now.”
Betty was the first to react and she eased herself up into a standing position, and, as soon as she did, her hands flew to her bottom cheeks and she rubbed feverishly. She didn’t even think about what she was doing and that she had watched so many others in exactly the same position do exactly the same spanking dance and had laughed at the sight of it. Well, she wasn’t laughing now but was just trying to deal with the intense pain of the very real very pain-filled spanking she had just been given.
Heather took a few extra moments to realise that she had been told to get up. Then she too eased herself up, stood up, saw the blurred vision of Betty doing a spanking dance, and, without thinking, did the same. When she had fantasised being spanked when in bed, whilst fingering herself, she also played out doing the spanking dance, normally with a smile on her face. Now, though, she wasn’t smiling but just sobbing as she stepped from foot to foot, knowing it was nothing like the fantasy.
However, Heather had other thoughts as well as she calmed down. She couldn’t understand it but as much as she was finding it so difficult to deal with the pain, she was also thinking about what it might be like to be spanked again. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head as she stepped from foot to foot and rubbed her stinging bottom, but she also knew that she was getting more and more turned on and was thinking how lucky she was to have met Betty and been led down the path of being caught cheating, and spanked in public with all of the humiliation that went with having to be fully naked whilst across a teenagers lap with everything around her upside-down and that everything around her was blurred as the tears filled her eyes and dribbled down her face onto the floor. How could that be such a turn on, she asked herself, but she knew that she needed to get away and get to somewhere private so that she could deal with her throbbing vagina. She would worry later about why she had these unbelievably erotic feelings.
As Betty and Heather did calm down so they stopped their spanking dance although continued to clutch and rub their stinging bottoms. They weren’t sure how long they did this for, but they did continue to hear derogatory comments from those watching. However, they soon realised that the comments were no longer about them but were directed to two more granny-aged women who were now being spanked by two other teenage lifeguards. Of course, they then remembered that Emma had told them there was a queue forming, and they wondered how many women were in the queue but their vision was still too blurred to see anybody clearly. However, they did both start to relax and recover even as they heard the increasingly loud gasps from the two women now being spanked.
Emma came over to them both and instructed, “Here are your swimsuits you naughty granny-aged women. I hope you have learnt your lesson but if not then I can tell you we will not hesitate to deal with you again exactly as we have dealt with you right now. Is that understood?”
Heather found being scolded like that even more of a turn on. She definitely couldn’t understand that because it was quite a threat but the flutters flying around her vagina told her what her true feelings were.
Betty and Heather both managed to get back into their swimsuits and then, as they stood back up, both their arms were clasped by Lucy who ordered, “I will be escorting you both off the beach. You are banned for three days so don’t try to come back before then.”
As Heather and Betty were led away, they were both silent as they thought how authoritative both Emma and Lucy had been, and that had added to the sexual arousal. However, they remained silent and obedient as they were led away from the spanking area, through a whole crowd of people watching the races taking place, and then, at the exit from the adult area, their arms were released and they heard Lucy say sternly, “Don’t forget, do not come back for at least three days.”
Betty and Heather didn’t hang around and walked away quickly together.
Betty knew she had done wrong and once a little way away, she said, “I’m sorry, Heather, that I got you into this.”
Heather smiled at the apology and replied, “Well I can tell you I initially was going to have a real go at you. However, right now I am so turned on I’m actually going to say thank you for getting me into trouble. This was a fabulous experience, although I still can’t explain why so much pain has got me so turned on. Maybe next time I’ll find out.”
In fact, Heather was quite taken aback by the fact she was already thinking about the next time. She would certainly have to give that more thought, she told herself.
Just then they walked past the public toilets and Betty said, “I need to go in there.”
Heather realised that she needed to go in as well, but not to go to the toilet. She wondered whether Betty was having the same thoughts.
However, neither spoke as they walked inside the toilets, saw no one else was there, and went straight to a cubicle each, shut the door, kept the lid of the pan down and sat down. They parted their legs and eased their fingers under their swimsuits and along their very wet pussy lips, easing their fingers inside their vagina and they very quickly brought themselves to huge amazing orgasms. Again, neither could understand why the pain brought about such fantastic orgasms, but they did. As they calmed down they then realised why so many granny-aged women did come back time and again to be spanked by the authoritative teenage lifeguards, in public, and in front of so many people they didn’t know, suffering all the pain, but, like them, no doubt gave themselves the same intense orgasms that they had just experienced.
As they both sat on the toilet pan so they kept caressing their wet pussies and it didn’t take long for them to let out more and louder and louder erotic gasps as they gave themselves a second orgasm which both reckoned was better than the first.
As they both calmed down still caressing their wet pussies so they were thinking about needing to wait three days before they could go back and earn another spanking. How would they cope with three long days, they wondered, but then they were gasping again and knew they would be able to use today’s experience for non-stop orgasms.
After satisfying their sexual arousal, they both came out of the cubicles and were glad that still no one else was there. They smiled at each other, and, after washing their hands, left together and chatted happily.
Heather said with a smile, “Thank you, Betty, for today. I hope we will be friends, but no more cheating. Agreed?”
Betty returned the smile and replied, “Sure thing, Heather, no cheating.”
As they walked away still chatting happily, they both supposed that today was quite some experience, and now they were calmer they realised that they didn’t have to rush into repeating it. After all, their stinging bruised bottoms would be a reminder for a few days, every time they looked at their bottoms in the mirror, and they were better off than all those granny-aged women on the beach who they reckoned wished it was them being spanked, but didn’t have the courage to earn it. That alone was worth several fabulous orgasms, both granny-aged women knew.
