Beryl Davin was a fifty-nine-year-old woman that had worked in the shop owned by Philip and Theresa Compton for the best part of thirty years. She and her husband John had become close friends of the Compton’s over the years.
The Compton’s were both aged in their early sixties and were looking forward to their retirement.
Beryl had started gambling and she was proving to not be very good at it or at least not very lucky with it.
She was having to finance her losses by ‘borrowing’ from the housekeeping money at home but with that now dwindling she was hoping for one big win to get herself at least back to even. She had not dared tell John what was going on.
She was at the till in the shop and she was desperately fighting internally the temptation to slip a small amount of cash into her handbag.
She had argued with herself, on the one hand saying that if she borrowed twenty or thirty pounds she might get a win that would go some way to solving her problems whilst her conscience was telling her that these people are her friends.
She thought of telling the Compton’s about her money problems because they would almost certainly help her but she felt guilty and ashamed of the mess that she had got herself into.
That day Beryl slipped thirty pounds from the till into her handbag.
That evening Theresa Compton, who handled such things, could not understand the unusually large cash discrepancy between what was rung up on the till and what was actually in there. She thought that perhaps Beryl, or even herself, had made an error or errors in handing out change or ringing something up but theft did not cross her mind.
Two days later the till was about twenty pounds short and Theresa, although she felt guilty about doing so, considered the possibility that some money had been stolen.
She mentioned her findings and her fears to Philip but neither of them could believe that Beryl was stealing from them.
The next day Theresa was restocking shelves when from the corner of her eye, to her horror, she saw Beryl put a ten-pound note in her handbag.
She was unsure how to act and spoke to Philip about it at lunchtime but they decided that something had to be done although they could not decide what.
After turning things over in her mind Theresa knew that she must do something so as they were locking up she said, “Beryl, is everything alright with you?”
“Yes,yes, of course, Theresa why do you ask?”
“Well I don’t know how to put this but there has been some money going missing from the till lately.”
“Are you accusing me of stealing?” responded Beryl.
“I was not going to until I saw you put a ten-pound note out of the till in your handbag this morning.”
Beryl was going to protest her innocence but she caved in and admitted to her gambling habit and her attempts to rectify her losses.
“Please don’t sack me, we can’t manage without my wages,” she begged.
“I won’t sack you but you must tell John and tell him everything.”
It was left like that and Beryl did tell her husband and they had a blazing row.
The following evening John asked Theresa and Philip to come to his and Beryl’s house so that they could get things sorted out.
During the discussions that evening Beryl was very subdued and apologetic to everyone and the Compton’s agreed to loan the Davin’s enough money to wipe out Beryl’s gambling debts and it was agreed that Beryl would pay that plus the amount that she had taken from the till back in affordable deductions from her wages.
The meeting seemed to have reached a conclusion and the Compton’s were preparing to leave when John announced, “Beryl still needs to be punished for what she has done.”
This was not only news to the Compton’s but to Beryl as well.
There was a very brief lull before John grabbed Beryl, who was on the settee next to him, and hauled her over his lap.
He immediately started spanking her large backside in a tight skirt very hard and very fast.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
As Beryl started to protest Theresa said, “John, there is no need for this.”
As his hand continued to descend on her buttocks he replied “She needs this for stealing from you and for deceiving me.”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Beryl squirmed and shrieked as the stinging in her backside increased. She was flushed because of the spanking and because of the humiliation.
Philip and Theresa Compton were transfixed by what they were witnessing.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Beryl’s arse cheeks were burning.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The fifty-nine-year-old woman was howling like a baby but at last, the spanking stopped and John pushed her to the floor.
“Now she has been punished,” he announced to his stunned guests.
With Beryl crying on the floor the Compton’s shuffled out of the house still in somewhat of a daze.
Neither Theresa nor Philip spoke in the first part of their car journey until Theresa said, “It excited you seeing Beryl get her arse spanked didn’t it?”
“No, of course not.”
“Yes it did, I saw your eyes and I saw movement in your trousers.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Philip who got movement in his trousers infrequently these days.
“It excited me too,” confessed Theresa.
“Really?”
“Yes, when we get home I want you to spank me and then fuck me.”
This stunned Philip because, apart from anything else, the word ‘fuck’ was not normally in his wife’s vocabulary.
Whilst this conversation was going on Beryl had got up off the floor and was rubbing her buttocks whilst still sobbing loudly.
“You deserved that,” said John, not too unkindly.
“I know I did, I don’t know what Theresa and Philip must have thought.”
“They probably thought you deserved it too, I expect Phil has got a hard-on thinking about it,” laughed John.
Still rubbing her arse Beryl chuckled and said, “Do you think he still gets hard on’s?”
“Well I am nearly as old as him and I do,” said John turning to face his wife and lowering his trousers to show his underpants stretched at the front.
John and Beryl’s sex life was what could best be described as occasional but seeing her husbands bulge coupled with the stinging in her backside had made Beryl very horny.
Mr and Mrs Davin kissed and they were very soon naked in the lower parts of their bodies before Beryl pushed John onto the settee and lowered her cunt onto his erect cock.
As Beryl bounced up and down on John’s erection the Compton’s had arrived home.
The Compton’s were soon in their bedroom and Theresa had had her skirt and knickers removed and she was over her husband’s knee.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
This was an erotic spanking not a punishment one but Theresa’s ample buttocks were already starting to blush.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
They were both getting pleasure from the spanking but they also both wanted pleasure in another way and Theresa was off his lap and on the bed legs wide apart as Philip hurriedly removed his trousers and underpants.
In the Davin house, Beryl had reached a shuddering orgasm just before John’s spunk shot into her and they lay cuddling on the settee.
For the first time in weeks, Philip Compton was sliding his erect penis into Theresa’s willing cunt and neither of them took long before they came, almost at the same time.
Beryl was a bit reluctant to go to work the next morning after the embarrassment and humiliation of the night before plus the fact that she was now known to be a thief.
Theresa put her at her ease and then said, “You will never guess what Phil and I did when we got home.”
Seeing Beryl’s quizzical look she answered her own statement “He spanked me and then we made love.”
“We made love too,” confided Beryl.
Nothing further was said but, independently, a similar thought crossed both women’s minds.
