Hard For Woman Ch. 4

The day finally came round for the Spank The Guy shoot. I’d agreed with Zoe that purple would be all right, and as it would probably take about three days to recover, I told Jo Jo that I was off to stay with an old schoolfriend for a few days. In reality, I checked into a hotel.

I turned up at the studio on the day of the recording, pretty apprehensive but also turned-on.

My opposite number was a woman of about forty – not so young, but still attractive. Her name was Nikki. As usual, Zoe, Jenny and Claudia were to operate the cameras.

We had a quick coffee together, and then I got changed for my part. The scenario was pretty ridiculous. I was supposed to be a professional tennis player and Nikki was my coach. Anyway, I got changed into my tennis kit and rejoined the women in the studio. They’d transformed one corner into a mock-up of a changing-room. Locker, wooden bench, that sort of thing. Nikki was in a tracksuit.

Zoe said ‘Action’ and Nikki and I stood facing each other.

‘You lost again,’ said Nikki. ‘I can’t believe it. I spend hours and hours working on your backhand and it’s as if I’d never bothered.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘He was just too good for me.’

‘Sorry won’t cut any ice,’ Nikki said. ‘I warned you what would happen if you lost again. I’m going to give you the tanning of a lifetime.’

‘Please don’t,’ I said.

‘It’s no good trying to get round me. Take your shorts off! Now!’

Sheepishly, I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them. I was wearing a yellow thong.

Nikki pulled me across to the bench. She sat down.

‘Now get yourself over my knee,’ she said.

I got myself into position.

Nikki grabbed my right wrist in her left hand and pulled it behind my back. She stroked my buttocks gently with her right hand.

‘This little butt of yours is going to smart,’ she said. ‘It’s going to burn like hell. You’ll be literally glowing when I’ve finished with you.’

She paused to let her words sink in. Raised her hand above her head. Paused again. And then she brought her hand down sharply. A loud crack echoed round the room. My right buttock stung like hell. Again, she raised her hand and waited. And then there was another loud crack, and this time my left buttock stung. Slowly but relentlessly she continued, smacking me again and again. My butt cheeks got hotter and hotter. I wriggled about in real pain.

‘Keep still!’ Nikki barked, and slapped my ass yet again.

After about five minutes, she told me to stand up. She led me to a large mirror on the ‘changing-room’ wall. She made me look over my shoulder at what she had done. My butt was quite red.

‘Now get back to the bench,’ she said.

She forced me to bend over and place the palms of my hands on the bench. Suddenly, she yanked down my thong and pulled my ankles out of it one by one. She went to the locker and took out a bottle of baby oil.

‘This will make it sting even more,’ she said, as she liberally applied the oil to my burning buttocks. Lingeringly, she massaged the oil in, occasionally pinching my buttocks quite hard. ‘And don’t think you’re in for another spanking,’ she said. ‘That was just the warm-up. You’re going to be paddled my boy.’

And with that, she returned to the locker. I glanced over my shoulder. She brought out a wooden paddle. Involuntarily, I took in a sharp intake of breath.

‘Oh yes,’ she said. ‘You might gasp.’

She stood above me for a moment, then brought the paddle down hard on my right buttock. A sharp explosion of pain lit up my ass.

‘Arrgh!’ I involuntarily yelled.

Instantly, Nikki laid into my left buttock. Again I cried out.

She continued to paddle me slowly and hard. The thwacks sounded deafening. What had started as a feeling of warmth across my ass slowly grew into a searing, burning rawness. I was breathing long and deep, my head thrown back, teeth clenched, but the pain was overwhelming.

After about five minutes, Nikki suddenly pulled my ankles wide apart. She grabbed my butt cheeks and opened them.

‘Nice and hot,’ she said. ‘But the skin between your butt cheeks is quite white. We’ll have to do something about that. Hold them apart!’

I didn’t do anything. A huge thwack of the paddle cracked into my buttocks. I quickly pulled my butt cheeks wide apart.

What happened next was almost surreal. It was hard to imagine how Nikki had come up with the idea. She fetched a clear plastic ruler, about two feet long and fairly thick. She held this close to my butt cleft, aiming at the inner skin of my left buttock. She pulled the tip of the ruler right back and let go. It twanged against my flesh with a horrible smack. The pain was unbelievable. She turned her attention to my right buttock and repeated her attack. Again and again she applied the ruler – left, right, left, right – gradually working down from the area at the top of my crack to the skin on either side of my butt hole. I was practically bucking.

But worse was to come. Next, she fetched a curious invention of her own. It was about the same length as the ruler, and was also made of clear plastic, but only about a centimetre wide. To my horror, she poised it above my butt hole. Again, she pulled the tip back, but not as far as before, and let it go. She obviously knew what she was doing, because I’d never have been able to bear a sharper pain, and I don’t think my sphincter would have stood a sharper blow.

‘Oh shit!’ I bawled as a sharp pain shot up my spine.

Three times she did that, and it was enough.

She told me to lie on my back on the bench. She lifted my knees up, rather as if she were going to change a diaper, and spanked my buttocks hard. She paddled me in the same position, extending her strokes to the tops of my thighs.

When I thought she’d done, she led me once more to the mirror. My ass cheeks were dark red.

‘Now get back into your things,’ she said, promptly leaving the ‘room’.

Still reeling from my latest paddling, I somehow got myself into my thong and tennis shorts.

Nikki reappeared with a women I’d never met before. She was in her early twenties and was absolutely gorgeous. Stunning, in fact. She too was wearing a tennis kit - tight white top, incredibly short white skirt, white socks and tennis shoes. She was holding a tennis racket.

‘This is Andy,’ Nikki improvised. ‘Andy - Veronica. Veronica would like me to act as her coach.’

Absurdly, we shook hands.

‘Now the thing is, Veronica,’ Nikki immediately shot out, ‘I told you my methods were…unusual. But I wanted you to see for yourself. I’ve been punishing Andy for his far too sloppy approach.’

Nikki eyed me for a moment.

‘Turn round and lower your shorts,’ she barked.

‘What?!’ I spluttered.

‘I said turn round and lower your shorts!’

Sheepishly, I turned my back on the women and did as I had been told.

‘This is what you can expect if you let me down,’ she explained. ‘As you can see, his pert little butt is quite red. It is not, however, by any means red enough.’

And with that, she bent me forcefully over the bench again. I couldn’t believe I was in for yet more correction.

‘Now show me your forehand,’ she commanded.

I looked over my shoulder in horror. Veronica, with a look of delightfully feigned confusion, struck an imaginary tennis ball in mid air.

‘No, no, no!’ Nikki scoffed. ‘Not like that! On his ass!’

Veronica paused. ‘Are you serious?’ she finally inquired.

‘Absolutely.’

Veronica walked towards me. I watched her, mesmerised. She planted her feet firmly on the floor behind me and leant forward slightly. Slowly, she swung her racket back and wiggled her butt. I felt my eyes widen. She struck.

Now, don’t get me wrong. She didn’t hit me as hard as you would strike a tennis ball. No doubt she would have injured me if she had. No, no. Nothing like that. But she knew what she was doing. She didn’t go gently either. Oh yes, she knew what she was about.

It’s difficult to describe the sensation. When you’re spanked, you feel the heat on a small area of your buttock. It’s the same when you’re paddled, except the sting, of course, is much much sharper. But with a tennis racket! Man, the whole of my right buttock seemed to burst with pain.

‘Keep going,’ Nikki ordered.

Veronica thwacked my right buttock about twenty times before being instructed to demonstrate her backhand. This she did on my left buttock. At least another twenty thwacks. The pain seemed to creep up my spine till it reached my neck. I bucked and snorted, rocked about and moaned.

‘Okay,’ Nikki finally prompted. ‘Let’s see how we’re doing.’

And with that, she started fondling my butt cheeks, encouraging Veronica to do likewise.

‘Mm! Nice! Very warm,’ Nikki said.

‘Warm?’ Veronica blurted out. ‘His ass is practically on fire.’

‘No, no,’ Nikki responded. ‘Not quite yet.’

I sighed.

‘And in any case, I want you to have a vague idea what it feels like. Could you bend over the bench, please?’

Veronica and I both looked at Nikki to make sure she really meant what we thought she meant.

‘Oh, don’t worry,’ Nikki said to Veronica. I’m not actually going to spank you. You haven’t done anything wrong yet.’

We all laughed at the ‘yet’ as Veronica assumed the position.

‘Stand up, Andy,’ Nikki ordered.

I did so.

‘Now, let’s see,’ she said to Veronica. ‘I hope you’re wearing what I told you to wear.’

And with that, she lifted Veronica’s skirt, revealing, to my amazement, the strappy little back of a lovely white thong and a pair of deliciously tanned buttocks. The thought of Veronica serving make my prick twitch.

‘Ah, good!’ Nikki said.

She positioned me behind Veronica and pushed me forward till my thong pouch nestled between her ass cheeks, my straining dick nestling against the fabric that covered her butt hole.

Nikki pulled my ankles wide apart and bent me over Veronica’s back. She picked up the paddle from the bench.

‘And now you’re really going to learn your lesson,’ she observed.

Man, did she paddle me - long and hard, till my ass cheeks were searing with pain. I was snorting and sweating, and each time she laid into me, my prick firmly stabbed at Veronica’s ass hole.

Finally, I could take it no longer and I felt the semen burst from my tip.

‘Oh, my God!’ Veronica complained, ‘I can feel something wet between my cheeks!’

Nikki pulled me back angrily and checked. Sure enough, the front of my pouch and the skin between Veronica’s butt cheeks were soaked.

‘Oh, you bad boy!’ Nikki snarled.

She pushed me down onto the bench and again forced me into the position of a baby being changed.

With Veronica holding my knees to my chest, Nikki paddled my ass and thighs again and again. Finally, I really was purple.

Veronica released my legs and Nikki unexpectedly whipped off my thong. My cum-festooned prick slapped against my stomach, visibly post-tumescent.

Nikki got Veronica to pull my legs back again and spread my butt cheeks wide. This she achieved by straddling the bench, sitting on my face, bending forward and trapping my legs with her chest, and pulling my ass cheeks apart with her hands. I could taste my semen and Veronica’s juices on her thong.

I couldn’t see anything, but guessed what was going to happen. And sure enough, Nikki retrieved that thin plastic thing and let my sphincter have it once more - or five times more, to be precise. My legs jerked and convulsed uncontrollably beneath Veronica’s chest and I think I came pretty close to passing out.

As Veronica finally climbed off me and one of the cameras moved in close, I felt the hot tears streaming from my eyes. Even so, I managed a cheeky smile.