Bad Girls in Benidorm
The hot Spanish sun glistened on Susie’s bronzed
thighs as she turned bottom up on the poolside sun lounger and gave her
long red hair a flick. She glanced across at her friend Nicola sprawled on
her back, enjoying the sunshine, her blond hair in pigtail plaits
contrasting with her dark holiday tan. Both girls were eighteen years old
and it was great to be away from their parents for the first time.
“Can you believe it Nicky? Two weeks we’ve been
in Benidorm and I’ve hardly had a snog. We fly home tomorrow. I came
here for sun, sea and sex!”
your own fault Susie. You turned down that English lad.”
“He was boring,” protested Susie. “I fancy
someone a bit more exotic. I have my eye on Mateo.”
“That Spanish waiter?”
“He’s not a waiter,” said Susie defensively,
“ He does lots of different jobs. Today he’s a lifeguard.”
Nicola followed Susie’s dreamy gaze across to the
other side of the pool where Mateo had set up his lifeguard station. He
was chatting and laughing with a group of giggling teenage girls.
“Looks like there’s plenty of competition,”
“I’ll find a way to get him alone.”
“Maybe you should drown yourself in the pool. Then
he’ll have to come and fish you out.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” said Susie grinning
“You’re not serious.”
“Not really drown myself, but there’s no harm in pretending. I was good at drama at school. Watch and learn Nicky. Watch
Susie scrambled to her feet, straightened her tiny blue
bikini and wondered innocently over to the side of the pool. She glanced
around and when no one was looking she screamed and threw herself into the
water. She came to the surface thrashing about and shouting for help.
Mateo looked up from the adoring teens and saw the commotion. He leapt
from the lifeguard station, ran to the side of the pool and dived into the
water. Moments later he wrapped a strong arm around Susie and dragged her
to the side of the pool. Scooping her up in his arms he deposited her limp
body on the sun-bleached poolside.
Mateo clambered out of the pool and knelt down at
Susie’s side. Her eyes were closed and she tried not to breath.
“Quick,” he shouted in broken English to the surrounding holidaymakers. “Call
Susie opened one eye briefly. This was not going to
plan. She had imagined that she would be melting into Mateo’s arms.
Instead he pulled back her head ready to perform mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation. She decided it was time to recover. She opened her eyes and
found Mateo inches from her face. “Erh… Hello,” she said, and gave a
weak smile. “I’m Susie.”
Mateo shot back like a startled animal. “You…you
are faking!” He scrambled to his feet. Susie propped herself up on one
elbow, emphasising the curve of her narrow waist and the swell of her
hips. She gave Mateo a sultry look. Mateo called for the ambulance to be
cancelled. Then he turned his
anger on Susie.
“You English girls,” he spat. “You are all the
same. You come here. You get drunk. You make trouble. You anger other
guests. Well I know what you need.”
Mateo reached down, grabbed Susie by the wrist and
hauled her roughly to her feet.
“W..what are you going to do?” she cried, wide
eyed and panicking.
“You will come with me!”
“Nooo… wait! She squealed. She tried to resist
but she was no match for Mateo as he pulled her, struggling and
protesting, through the smirking holidaymakers along the side of the pool.
When he came to the springboard he sat down and yanked the troublesome
eighteen-year-old over his knee.
“No!” she screamed. “Don’t you dare! Let me
Susie’s wet bikini bottoms barely covered her cheeks and could offer no protection against the fiery retribution that Mateo was about to unleash. With a tight grip on her waist he set about spanking her as hard as he could. He was furious and each stinging smack was delivered with a force that echoed across the pool and added a blistering red handprint to her quivering bottom.
Susie howled and thrashed about but Mateo had no trouble controlling her and he landed each resounding crack of his hand with punishing effectiveness.
Among the spectators a young boy turned to his
father. “That’s the lady Mum said you hadn’t got to stare at.”
“Yes, I know,” his father answered, “but I
can’t miss this.”
“Has she been really naughty Dad?”
“Yes Son, really, really naughty. I bet she won’t
be sitting down tonight.”
Over at the diving board Mateo was starting to tire
and his hand was stinging. He reluctantly stopped the spanking and
released his grip. Susie struggled to her feet and stood clutching her
bottom and bawling. Her face was as red as her tail. And if it wasn’t
bad enough that the man she had wanted to seduce had put her over his knee
like a naughty child, her humiliation was compounded by the punishment
being dished out in full view of dozens of holidaymakers; the same people
who had been forced to tolerate her wild behaviour for the past fortnight
and who were wholly in favour of Mateo’s actions.
“I’m going to report you to the police,” wailed
Susie. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“No! You are a guest in my country,” said Mateo.
“Because of your hoax an ambulance was called out. You are in big
trouble. If you want to catch your flight tomorrow you will do as I tell
you.” Mateo pointed towards the guest rooms. “Now go to your room and
don’t come out until you check out tomorrow.”
Some of the watching crowd gave a ripple of applause
as Susie ran to her room in tears, acutely conscious of the curious looks
from everyone in reception as she tried to cover her scarlet bottom.
Nicola followed swiftly behind, loaded down with towels and suntan lotion.
In the room Susie threw herself down on her bed.
Nicola decided to give her a few minutes. She peeled off her own bikini
and disappeared into the shower. She came out a few minutes later,
dripping and wrapped in a short white towel. Susie had finally stopped
crying and Nicola couldn’t help laughing at her misfortune. “I have
some great holiday pics to take home now,” she said. “I got the whole
thing on my phone. I’ll have to post this on You Tube.
“It’s not bloody funny,” said Susie.
Nicola passed her a face cloth soaked in cold water
and Susie pressed the cool compress to her burning rear. “It really
hurts. And it’s all your fault.”
“My fault?” said Nicola. “How’s that?”
“You said I should drown myself to get his
“That was a joke. I didn’t think you’d really
try it. Anyway, I think you got just what you deserved. It was well
“Oh is that right,” shouted Susie. “Well if you
think it’s so bloody funny, maybe you should try it.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” said Nicola. “It sounds
kind of sexy having a strong hunk put me over his knee.”
“What?” said Susie. “No way!”
“Yeah, really. I’ve always liked those Hollywood flicks where the woman is a brat and the man gives her a good spanking. That’s my kind of man.”
“Come on then,” said Susie sitting up and
grimacing as her sore bottom made contact with the bed. “If you think
it’s so great, get over my knee.”
“OK,” said Nicola, grinning. ”I’m not
scared.” She had
butterflies in her stomach. She had often fantasised about being spanked
but it had never happened. She knelt on the bed next to Susie and crawled
over her knee.
Susie gripped Nicola’s waist and started spanking
over the thin hotel towel that barely covered her bottom. She smacked
quite hard but Nicola just writhed a little and lifted her bottom. Susie
spanked harder Nicola was clearly still enjoying it, although she kept
reaching back and giving a little rub. Susie started to get mad. She was
aiming to teach Nicola that spanking was a punishment not a pleasure but
she seemed to be losing the argument. In desperation she yanked the towel
up out of the way, grabbed her hairbrush from the bedside cabinet and
delivered a flurry of hard whacks to Nicola’s bare cheeks. Nicola
squealed and rolled quickly off Susie’s knee, clutching her bottom.
“Maybe that’ll teach you,” said Susie. It’s
no fun getting spanked is it?”
“Nicola just grinned and blushed a little. “Come
on then,” said Nicola, rubbing her bottom and changing the subject.
“This is our last night here. Let’s make it special.”
“I can’t go out!” protested Susie. “You heard
what Mateo said. I have to stay in my room. I’m under house arrest.”
“House arrest! Who do you think you are, Europe’s
most wanted? You haven’t been arrested. You’re grounded.”
Susie flushed at Nicola’s remark.
“Spanked and grounded like a naughty little
girl,” giggled Nicola. “You’re lucky he didn’t wash your mouth out
with soap and make you stand in the corner.”
“You know what,” said Susie. “You’re right,
he can’t tell me what to do. We’re going out. Come on, let’s get
An hour later the girls were sneaking through the
hotel foyer, showered, perfumed, high heeled and wearing the shortest
skin-tight dresses they could legally get away with.
Susie glanced around, desperate not to be seen by Mateo.
“He won’t be here at this time,” said Nicola.
“Come on. Let’s go to clubbing.”
Out in the town, the girls partied through a string
of bars before making their way back to a nightclub a few yards from the
hotel. The street outside throbbed with loud music and was awash with
nighttime revellers. As soon as the girls set foot inside they stopped and
stared. Mateo was there, dancing with a group of girls from the hotel. A
second bar was located on an upper floor, overlooking the dancers below.
Mateo was dancing directly below the balcony. Susie grabbed Nicola’s arm
and giggling, dragged her towards the steps.
“Come on,” she shouted over the music. “I’ve
got an idea.”
The two girls fought their way up the crowded steps
to the upper level. Susie spotted an unguarded drink and swiped it off the
table. It was a tall glass of ice-cold alcohol and fruit juice with slices
of fruit and a cocktail umbrella. She carried it over to the edge of the
balcony and looked down at Mateo dancing on the floor below.
She held the glass out over the balcony at arms
length and shouted to Nicola. “Shall I?”
Without giving Susie chance to change her mind,
Nicola grabbed her hand and tipped the glass upside down. The freezing
contents splashed down onto the unsuspecting dancer below.
Furious, soaking wet and with bits if fruit sticking
to his hair and face, Mateo looked up to see where the drink had come
“Run!” shouted Nicola.
The two girls turned and ran but they were too slow.
Mateo had spotted them.
As Mateo angrily tried to work his way across the
crowded dance floor, the girls tumbled, giggling and squealing down the
steps and disappeared out into the night.
Susie and Nicola stayed out for a while but since
they had to be at the airport early the next day they decided to head back
to the hotel. The foyer was empty except for a night porter who smirked
cryptically as the girls tottered towards the elevator.
Outside their room, Nicola fumbled in her bag for the
key card. Uneasily, she slotted it into the lock and carefully pushed open
the door, half expecting to find Mateo lurking inside. She switched on the
light and laughed. The room was just as they had left it. Relieved, the
girls entered and shut the door. With a long sigh, Nicola threw herself
down on her bed.
The girls chatted and laughed about the night’s
adventure. They started to get ready for bed. Nicola had just slipped on a
little see through baby doll and Susie had stripped down to her panties
when there was a loud knock at the door.
“I’ll get it said Nicola.”
Susie didn’t have time to put on pyjamas.
She slipped quickly onto the bed and pulled up the covers.
Before Nicola could reach for a bathrobe to cover her
see through nighty she was stopped in her tracks. She heard the
distinctive sound of a key card releasing the lock. A feeling of dread
sank in her stomach. Slowly the door swung open and to her horror, Mateo
was framed in the doorway holding the night porter’s passkey. He was
“Get out!” screamed Nicola, quickly covering her
breasts. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I show you what I do!” spat Mateo. “You see
this?” he slapped his hand against his chest where the girls’ cocktail
had left an ugly pink stain down his expensive shirt. He stormed into the
room slamming the door behind him. Without another word he grabbed Nicola
by the arm and pulled her over to the room’s single upright chair.
Sitting down, he dragged her, squealing, over his knee. The flimsy chiffon
of Nicola’s nighty gave Mateo a clear view of her panties and offered no
protection when he slapped her hard on the bottom.
Kneeling on the bed, holding the bed covers up to her chin, Susie watched in horror as Mateo gave Nicola a ferocious spanking. She was acutely aware of her own near nakedness under the bed covers and her eyes filled with tears knowing she would be next over his knee.
Nicola was howling and her blond hair was flying as Mateo landed smack after stinging smack on her upturned rump. It seemed that no amount of punishment was going to satisfy his anger but suddenly the punishment stopped. Mateo was breathing hard. He spat out an angry phrase in Spanish then pushed up Nicola’s nighty and dragged down her panties; Then the blistering attack continued, now on her scarlet bare flesh. Nicola writhed, kicked and yelled. Her tears soaked the carpet but there was no escape. Finally after a flurry of hard stinging smacks Mateo stopped. The punishment was over. Nicola struggled shakily to her feet, holding her inflamed bottom.
Susie expected Nicola to give Mateo an earful of
abuse but it didn’t happen. Both she and Mateo were amazed when Nicola,
looking extremely contrite, tearfully stroked her bottom and said “Thank you for my punishment sir. I’m very sorry for what
we did. I’ll go and stand in the corner and think hard about my
Susie stared, astonished as Nicola walked over to a
corner of the room and stood facing the wall with her hands on her head,
her scarlet bottom showing clearly through the diaphanous veil of her
skimpy nighty. Mateo gave a nod of satisfaction then turned his attention
to the bed where Susie knelt petrified. As he approached she started to
slide away. Suddenly she broke, threw off the covers and ran towards the
door. She didn’t get far. Mateo clambered over the bed, hooked his arm
around her waist and lifted her off the ground.
“No, no, please!” she begged. “Let me go. I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. I’ve already been spanked today!”
Her pleas didn’t raise even a spec of sympathy.
Mateo put his foot up on the chair, swung Susie up and over his knee and yanked
her one remaining shred of clothing, down and off. On the hotel
desk-come-dressing table next to the chair Mateo spotted a hairbrush.
Susie looked back over her shoulder and turned pink with humiliated at
seeing herself in the wall mirror, naked, vulnerable and about to be
“You learn nothing when I spank you this
morning,” Said Mateo. He picked up the hairbrush and admired its
suitability. “Now I teach you proper lesson.”
“Nicky, Nicky, do something!” cried Susie.
“This is all your fault.”
“Ha!” said Mateo. “Always the same with girls like you, always someone else’s fault. I teach you to be good girl like your friend.”
The hairbrush made a lethal spanking paddle. The very
first crack of wood on flesh raised a fiery red oval on Susie’s naked
bottom and triggered a howl of despair from the spoiled teenager. Each
subsequent whack added to the ever-growing fire until her stinging bottom
glowed like a Mediterranean sunset.
When Mateo was finally satisfied he swung Susie off
his knee and dropped her painfully onto the bed. Then with a final gesture
and an angry Spanish expletive he left.
Morning came and Susie and Nicola waited in the
departure lounge for their flight home. Nicola shuffled uncomfortably in
her seat, thinking about her smarting rear. She smiled, enjoying her newly
surfaced submissiveness. Susie stood gently rubbing her bottom, a
“Look Dad,” said a small boy in a family group,
also waiting to depart. He pointed at Susie. “It’s that lady again.
You were right Dad, she still can’t sit down.”
Back at the hotel Mateo sat at his lifeguard station
and appraised the long row of upturned bottoms along the side of the pool
where the newly arrived holidaymakers soaked up the sun.
“Ah yes,” he thought, rubbing the palm of his
hand, “another group of naughty English girls in need of Mateo’s