A School for Spanking Ch. 02

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Part 2 of the 4 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 04/13/2018
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So there I was, laying on the bed laughing, alongside three beautiful naked women who had put me through the most extraordinary interview process imaginable. And to top it all off, I had actually landed the job!

Emilia leaned over to me and, planting a soft kiss on my lips and grinning said: "If Sir doesn't mind I would like to shower and get ready for the evening? In fact, Paul, unless you have any different plans, would you like to join us for dinner this evening? The Dorchester Grill is an experience that one should not miss."

"That would be great, thanks, Emilia," I responded, "I would be thrilled to join you all for dinner, would you mind if I use your facilities after you to freshen up?"

"Given the size of our 'facilities' In this suite Paul, I think you'll be delighted to know that we can all partake of a freshening shower together at the same time." Cassandra laughed sliding herself off the bed and strolling toward a door I assumed to be the bathroom her ass still glowing.

Serena and Emilia also both slid off the bed, Emilia holding out her hand to me which after I had slipped off the bed myself, I took, and followed the girls into the bathroom.

The bathroom was like no other I had ever seen, firstly it was huge, in one corner stood a beautiful roll top bath with paws for feet. A flat-screen television and media unit hung at one end, the controls for which were accessible from the bath. An extended marble vanity unit with four sinks, each with a separate magnifying mirror. At the other end was a small wardrobe for dressing gowns next to which there was a separate toilet and bidet. Adjacent to this the end of the room was a mirror wall with a marble shelf with tea and coffee making facilities and a range of glasses to serve the fully stocked wine fridge holding all your alcoholic and soft drink desires.

Finally, the shower area was designed like a wet room, two enormous shower heads, two handheld showerheads and an array of side jets set into the two walls at several different heights. It looked to me as if you needed an engineering degree to just to turn the bloody thing on! On a shelf at the back of the shower sat an assortment of soaps, shower gels and scrubs, below the ledge, hung flannels, real sponges, two loofas and two back scrubbers

"Jesus, this is a work of art, I could happily live in this bathroom, I mean shit, just look at this?" I said, realising as I said it that I was showing my lack of experience of what having money gave one access to!

Serena was fiddling with the shower controls and, both shower heads burst into life, the hot water soaking her body, her hair now clinging to her head and sticking to her back. Cassandra joined her while Emilia let her hair down and followed them in. I had never experienced anything other than a shower cubicle with a door or shower curtain and, here we all were with all the room in the world to wash together.

Was this the point to pinch myself, just to check that I was not dreaming, I mean, REALLY!? Approximately four hours ago I got off a train and headed for a job interview, now look at me, inducted into the world of spanking, having sex with each of my interviewers and now casually taking a shower with them. You couldn't make it up, could you?

I reached for a bar of soap and started to wash my self, at the same time watching each of these gorgeous creatures going through their showering routines. Ever since puberty, and sneaking peaks at my mother in the bath soaping her tits, I had always had a fantasy about soaping massive tits, and Emilia's were massive! Emilia had her back to me at that point, so I decided to start by soaping her ass cheeks and then standing close to her. I moved my soapy hands round to her magnificent breasts. My cock nestled in the crack of her ass as I revelled in the joys of having her breasts slipping and sliding through my hands, her nipples were erect and hard as they played between my fingers. Emilia started to grind her ass into my groin and, as she did this her hand went to her pussy, she began to caress herself, slowly at first then with more vigour, her other hand now on the wall giving her some stability.

Her position was more bent now as she supported herself on the wall and her breasts hung like ripe melons, I continued to play with them as I leaned slightly over her back. My cock was paying attention to what was going on but still needed some recovery time, as Emilia continued to grind her formidable, firm ass into my groin. Her legs were starting to buckle slightly as her breathing became erratic and she began to pant and grunt, her hand a blur between her legs now.

"Uugghh! Ohhh Yeess!" Emilia gasped slowly lowering herself down on to her knees, water cascading over her as she twitched and bucked in the throes of her orgasm. "Oh fuck, I needed that! Please excuse my French Paul!" She said, as she sat herself down with her back to the wall slowly starting to relax, her breathing become more regular.

I now stood with a semi hard-on, watching transfixed, by this extraordinary woman, a juxtaposition between elegant authority and womanly needs. So captivated was I, that I had not fully noticed how Serena and Cassandra were intertwined with each other hands in each other's pussies each very close to cumming themselves. They were panting with guttural moans and crooning coming from the pair of them, and with a final, low, loud, moan Serena became overcome with waves of pleasure, Cassandra followed with a decidedly unladylike exclamation, "Oh Holy Fuck!"

They had taken their hands out of each other's pussies and were looking after themselves now, puffing and panting, and eyes squeezed shut until like Emilia they slid down the wall and sat there recovering.

So I was the only one standing now, and as I looked at the three of them sitting there in a post-orgasmic state, water still flowing over them an idea floated into my mind. I grabbed one of the back scrubbers and standing legs apart in a position of authority raised my voice above the sound of the shower.

"Have you no control whatsoever! That was a disgraceful display of self-gratification, what on earth sort of example would that give your pupils?" I barked, "I've never seen the like of it before in my life, (how true!) you should be ashamed of yourselves. Get up! On your feet now! All three of you!" I demanded.

"Get over to the bath, hands on the edge, Now!" And to my utter astonishment, they pushed themselves up and padded over to the bath!

I waited for them to get into position as I turned the shower off, now each with their hands on the roll top of the bath, water dripping onto the floor, they waited for what I was going to do. Each of their arses still showed redness from their earlier spanking and what I had mind would ensure they would be sitting very carefully in the restaurant later.

I strolled up to them and walked down the line of bare arses running the head of the Back scrubber over them continuing round to the other side of the bath. Their tits were hanging seductively, although Serena's were not showing much change from when she was upright. They were all looking down as I spoke, I clicked my tongue, several times, "What on earth were you thinking, behaving like that?

And look at me when I talk to you! Well? Have you all lost your tongues?" I barked.

"I needed some more relief, the sex was great, but I was feeling so horny in the shower, I had to do something about it," Emilia whispered.

"Me too."

Yeah, and me." Both girls also replied.

"Well, you need to learn that in this life you don't always get what you want! Do you?" I said with a calm, threatening tone.

With this, I moved back around behind them and spent just a short while admiring the view before placing the back of the scrubber on Serena's ass. She tensed in anticipation of what was to come, and I didn't disappoint her. Raising my arm, I delivered a sharp smack with the wooden head, which as it landed made me wince as I thought 'that must have hurt.'

"Ooof! Shit!"

Three more strikes followed, two on each buttock in total, each met with an exclamation of pain.

"Go over there and stand to face the wall please Serena, and maybe contemplate your behaviour today."

As I moved toward Cassandra, she looked over her shoulder at me with a strange expression of mixed fear and excitement.

"What do you think you're looking at young lady? Stop looking at me and prepare yourself."

"Yes Sir, sorry sir."

Once again I administered two solid strikes to each buttock each of which was now glowing a deep purplish red.

As I stood away, she merely stood up and walked over to the wall and stood next to Serena who was quietly rubbing her bottom.

"Only you now Emilia!" I said.

"Yes Paul, it's no more than I deserve," she replied.

"Are you going to enjoy this Emilia?"

"No Paul, that brush will hurt, so please just get it over with!"

She hadn't looked at me at all, effectively talking into the bath, so with that, I administered Emilia's punishment as with the Serena and Cassandra. Her breasts swinging as she took her strokes with a small grunt as each one landed.

"Now go and stand with your colleagues and wait while I finish my shower!"

My instincts were telling me that the evening was far from over, so, I wasn't looking for any further gratification at that point, happy to allow a full recovery of my cock and slightly aching balls. I strolled to the shower and turned it back on stepping under the powerful jets shaking my head in wonder at the three women obediently standing facing the wall. I finished up in the shower and as I turned the water off told the girls to get on with whatever they needed to do to prepare themselves for dinner. I grabbed a towel and then and gave myself a cursory dry as I helped myself to one of the robes in the wardrobe.

Emilia also took one of the robes, Serena and Cassandra opting to wrap themselves in towels, each busy doing what women do fussing and clucking, a process I had loved to observe when I was married, and which often resulted in our being late for wherever we were going. Emilia collected her dress from the wardrobe and left the room on her way to the second bedroom of the suite. I had noticed a men's and ladies clothing shop in the foyer and wondered if I could get some fresh boxers and a shirt? I asked Cassandra if she knew.

"They do most things, so I'm sure they will be able to help, feel free to call down and get them to send something up, it can be charged to the room." She replied.

I duly called reception and asked to be put through to the shop, and in no time at all, a fresh pair of boxers and crisp blue shirt out of its packaging and on a hanger was at the door. I had mentioned to the guy in the shop that I would need it this evening, and there it was, ironed and ready to wear, I signed the docket for the items, wincing at the cost!

As I returned to the bedroom, I glanced into Emilia's room as I passed and saw her standing in matching silk bra and panties in a dark cerise colour, she picked up a matching half slip from the bed and stepped into it then moved out of sight. I returned to the room with Serena and Cassandra. Serena stood in just her panties, this time shool regulation white cotton, which I was sure was not a requirement for this evening? However, they showed off her subtle olive skinned colouring beautifully. I was a sucker for white cotton panties, sometimes less is more!

Cassandra still naked, was fiddling with the clasp on a delicate suspender belt, white this time, then sitting on the dressing table stool she proceeded to roll, first one, then two whispy stockings up her silky smooth legs fastening them to the suspenders. Her panties followed, white like the suspender belt and then a bra making a matching set, it was then that I noticed that this was an identical set to her previous pale blue ensemble, must have got them two for one I thought? Yeah, probably not!

Serena was using a hair dryer now, blowing and brushing, head down, head up, this way and that, the pair of them utterly oblivious to my standing and watching them both, fascinated.

They each took it in turns to use the dressing table, applying minimal but skillfully applied makeup, neither of these women needed to trowel on layers of makeup, with their still fresh and radiant complexions.

Cassandra went to the wardrobe and took out a hanger holding a black silk blouse, and a white, silk or chiffon looking skirt, putting the blouse on first and then shimmying into the skirt. I had sat myself down in one of the chairs still in my robe and thoroughly enjoying the art form that was a woman getting ready! Oh I know they take too long, but you're never going to change them, so suck it up and enjoy the show, was my view.

As I watched Cassandra, Serena had taken a navy blue, satin, pleated skirt and pale blue blouse out of the wardrobe and was putting them on followed by some flat shoes, a simple pearl necklace and with a final brush of her hair, and she was done! Time for me to shake a leg and get myself dressed, I decided my suit was enough and went for an open collar, the shirt was fine linen and a joy to wear a dab of hotel eau de toilette, and I also was ready for the evening. Cassandra was slipping on some silver sandals with kitten heels, and a simple, but apparently expensive matching silver bracelet and necklace set, and she was also ready. With a final look in the full-length mirror, Cassandra moved across the room toward me, her arm held at an angle implying she expected to put it through mine and we stepped through into the sitting room.

Serena followed behind, and we all sat ourselves down on the sofas to wait for Emilia. I was looking forward to this evening, hoping, I would have the opportunity to understand more about what made these women tick. And also why I had enjoyed, and taken so quickly to experiences, I would never have dreamed of indulging in before.

We didn't have too long to wait before Emilia appeared from behind us moving gracefully toward the vestibule and door of the suite, she looked stunning in deep red wine coloured silk dress, cinched at the waist with a broad silver belt and a matching clutch bag. Her hair was up again but in a much softer design, far less austere than earlier. Cassandra and Serena got up to join her, and as I took in these three beauties, I marvelled at how class and breeding oozed out of them, their outfits heir poise it was all as natural as breathing to them.

It's probably worth mentioning at this time that in my earlier years I had aspirations of a different career path. I attended an art college for a foundation year believing I could be the next Gianni Versace, and it was where I first met Julie, later to be my wife. Julie had completed her foundation year and was already pursuing a three-year fashion design course. It turned out I was nowhere near good enough to make a living in the cut-throat world of fashion, and I left the college and went to university to obtain my teaching degree. Julie ultimately ended up writing for and helping to edit a well-known fashion magazine, so I have always had an interest in fashion.

"Come, ladies, Paul, the bar and its legendary cocktails and champagne await!" Emilia smiled and waved us through the door of the suite and out into the corridor toward the lifts.

I couldn't help but ponder my change of circumstances since walking in through that door earlier today, a simple sixth form college teacher about to enjoy an evening with three gorgeous women in the Dorchester Hotel bar and grill room. I would be moving to Switzerland to teach and 'discipline' the daughters of the rich and famous which brought to mind Billie Holiday, and the song "What a difference a day makes."

We exited the lift and strolled along the Promenade, an area in the lobby of the Dorchester where you can eat, drink or quietly sit and watch the world go by. We walked into the bar and were instantly ushered to a table by a member of staff. I was immediately struck by the red flame-like glass spears that surrounded the room and the back bar.

"Cocktails or bubbles?" Emilia asked as we all perused the drinks menu, she seemed to have dropped years off her persona looking determined to have a fun time this evening.

"Bubbles!" Was the chorus that came for Serena and Cassandra, "I'm happy to go with the flow," I responded.

The champagne was ordered and arrived swiftly and poured with professional ease, the bottle held in one hand the thumb in the punt (the indentation) at the bottom of the bottle, one arm behind the back. Not a drop spilt or glass overfilled, Emilia raised her glass and looking at me proposed a toast, "To our newest member of the faculty at Lady Sophia's, welcome aboard Paul, I hope this will be a long and enjoyable relationship for all of us!"

We touched glasses, and I replied, "Thank you, Emilia, I am certainly looking forward to the new challenge ahead of me. If I may? I would like to raise my glass to three beautiful women, who have managed to conduct the most extraordinary interview, introduced me to a new and fascinating side of life. Long may you continue to misbehave!!"

They all laughed at my final line, which was generous of them. We continued to chat generally about this and that, about the school and its activities. The atmosphere and company, was relaxed, and comfortable, despite the generational gaps.

My curiosity was getting the better of me, and I had to know more about what made these women tick.

"I hope you don't mind my asking, but I am so new to what happened upstairs I feel I need to understand it more. None of you showed one iota of resistance to anything I asked of you, you appeared to enjoy the spanking even though it must have hurt, how does that work?"

Emilia was the first to respond, "For me, it is a change of role, my whole existence is one of authority and controlling others. It is a part I play well, which my colleagues will attest to. However, this is not a natural state for me, I have always been quite timid and far more comfortable in a submissive role when in private."

"Okay I get that, I think, but the spanking? That's just painful, how does that work? I don't want to appear a wimp, but I'm not into pain, I never enjoyed a single slippering that I received from my father, quite the opposite in fact!"

"Ah, now you are delving into the murky depths of psychology Paul. Speaking for myself, it is the ultimate control tool, and you are right it does hurt, but it is also highly erotic at the same time. I, in fact, achieved my first orgasm while I was being spanked as a teenager, I suppose you could say the rest is history." Emilia smiled wistfully.

"And that's it, just spanking and doing what you are told?" I asked.

"Many take this sort of activity to levels far beyond my experience or desire, and I' sure as a man of the world, you must be aware of some very dark and depraved practices that are indulged in by some people? Full blown sadomasochism is beyond the pale for me, spanking and some light bondage are where my fantasies end."

"Light bondage?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face.

"Oh yes, Paul! Mmmm, absolutely yes!" Serena crooned. "Tied and at the mercy of a gorgeous man, or girl for that matter, powerless to resist any of their desires, you really should try it sometime," she giggled.

"Hmm, yes well, we'll see about that, won't we, there's only so much change in my sexual outlook I can manage in one day!" I replied defensively, "Okay, so here's a question, not everybody has the same preferences as you ladies, I assume the majority of the girls at Lady Sophia's will not enjoy any corporal punishment that is handed out? But what if I come across someone who does, it's hardly a punishment then is it, and surely this individual may purposely misbehave to ensure being punished?"