Kate stepped into the shower and closed her
eyes. The steaming water peppered the smooth curves of her body, washing
away the tension of the day. It was her birthday. She was twenty-one and
she was looking forward to a great party tonight. She had spent a hectic
day preparing and everything had gone well, everything except that
argument with the old gypsy woman.
Thinking back, she regretted her actions. The old
woman had stopped her in the high street and tried to sell her some
flowers. She hadn’t really listened. She just told the old crone to get
out of her way; she was in too much of a hurry. The gypsy had persisted
and in the end Kate had lost her temper and had shouted at her, calling
her an old hag and telling her to get it into her thick head that she
didn’t want any flowers. It had come as quite a surprise ten minutes
later when Kate returned to her car and found the old woman waiting.
“Hello again dear. I see it’s your birthday.”
The old woman had a deceptively sharp mind, well used to observing
everything about a prospective customer and drawing conclusions from a few
meagre clues. In this case it had been easy. Kate had left a birthday card
on the passenger seat of her car, the envelope revealing her name and
address. “Twenty-one eh? Old enough to know you should show some respect
to a poor old woman. Well I might have a little present for you myself.”
The old woman had pressed a note into Kate’s hand; a gypsy curse! In the
moment it had taken to read it, the old woman had vanished. Kate
remembered the words now.
A lesson taught is a lesson learned
For your rudeness,
you have earned.
Kate’s shower drowned out any noise from downstairs
where she had foolishly left the backdoor unlocked. She didn’t hear the
old woman now quietly moving about her kitchen, sprinkling a potent
concoction of herbs over the carefully prepared party food; herbs with a
powerful aphrodisiac effect. Nor was she aware of the special gift that
the old gypsy hid behind some of the party bottles.
At 8.00 the first guests arrived and were welcomed by
Kate and her partner Samantha. Alcohol flowed and food was eaten. By 10.00
the party was in full swing and the sexual tension from the gypsy herbs
was boiling. When one of the guests found the extra present in the
kitchen, Kate’s fate was sealed.
Kate’s friends gathered around as she quickly opened the mysterious gift. No one knew where it had come from. She ripped away the wrapping paper, revealing a small box, a little smaller than a shoebox. When she removed the lid her stomach tightened. Trembling a little she removed a solid wooden hairbrush, and read the gift tag that hung from the handle.
A little gift
“Wow!” laughed Samantha, reading the gift tag
over her shoulder. “We’ll have to give this a try.”
“No way,” said Kate. But the word was out and
with sexual tension so high; the cries for Kate to take her birthday
spanking became overwhelming. Alan, one of the guests who had lusted after
Kate for years and longed to get his hands on her firm and sexy bottom,
volunteered to do the honours and dragged an upright chair into the centre
of the room. Samantha and another friend Jenny grabbed Kate’s arms and
pulled her to her feet. Jenny took the hairbrush. Kate pretended to
protest but she allowed the friends to lead her over to Alan, who sat
waiting, patting his thighs and relishing the task.
Kate allowed herself to be laid face down over
Alan’s knees. She was acutely conscious of her delectable bottom, now
prominently positioned with her jeans stretched tight. Her face glowed red
with embarrassment but she had no idea how much redder her bottom was
about to become.
Jenny handed Alan the hairbrush. He felt its solid
weight and allowed the smooth back to rest against Kate’s skintight
jeans. “Now young lady,” he said. “I hear you have been a naughty
girl.” He raised the brush and let it drop with a quiet Thwap! on
Kate’s firm bottom. She squealed and giggled. “One,” he announced.
Raising the brush a little higher he let it fall on the other cheek,
stinging a little. “Two,” he said. Samantha and a few other guests
around him joined the chant. Spurred on by the crowd he delivered the
third smack with force. The sharp crack sounded over the voices of the
guests as they unanimously chanted THREE!
“Ow! Ow! That really hurt,” cried Kate. “Not so
Alan raised the brush higher and brought it down faster and harder. Smack!!
“FOUR!” cried the guests, laughing, driven by the
gypsy herbs and now lustfully glued to the erotic sight of the beautiful
twenty-one year old being seriously spanked. Samantha winced, as the
hairbrush clattered against Kate’s tender bottom with a force that she
knew must have really stung. But she too was drugged by the gypsy potion
and caught up in the lustful excitement.
Kate swore and struggled to get to her feet but Alan
held her in place with a firm grip around her slim waist. He raised the
brush again and this time brought it down repeatedly, in rapid succession
against Kate’s lower cheeks, four whacks on the right and four on the
left. Kate screamed.
“FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT”, “NINE, TEN, ELEVEN,
TWELVE”, shouted the guests.
Kate’s bottom burned with an unbearable fire and
tears rolled down her cheeks. She struggled helplessly and begged Alan to
let her go but Alan, Samantha and the crowd were now in a sexual frenzy,
oblivious to her pleas.
“Wait, wait,” cried Samantha excitedly. She
leaned over and whispered in Alan’s ear and a wicked grin crossed his
Kate choked back the tears, relived that Sam had come
to her rescue. Alan released his grip and allowed her to struggle to her
feet, clutching and rubbing her stinging bottom. Her long blond hair stuck
to her damp face where the tears and makeup had made grey rivulets.
“I think we can do better than this,” announced
Samantha to the expectant audience. Grab her arms.”
“No! Please! Oh my God!” cried Kate as two girl
friends took hold of her arms while Samantha reached for her jeans,
tugging at the button and zip then yanking them down to the floor. The
three girls then dragged Kate back over Alan’s Knees so the spanking
could continue, now with renewed enthusiasm on the thin white panties that
offered little protection to her scarlet bottom.
Alan raised the brush high and whacked it down hard
on the cotton-covered curves.
Kate screamed and bucked her hips up and down. She
could no longer kick her legs as they were now tangled in her jeans,
binding her ankles together. “Let me go, let me go you bastard!” Alan
paused for a moment as if considering her request then, “FOURTEEN!” he
laughed and slapped the hairbrush down harder than ever on the tender
“FIFTEEN”, whack! “SIXTEEN”, Smack!
“SEVENTEEN”, Splat! Kate cried and cursed with each blow as the
relentless spanking scorched her stinging bottom.
“Maybe these should come down too,” said Alan,
pulling back the waistband of Kate’s panties and peeking at her scarlet
“No!” cried Kate. “Please, no, don’t.”
“Pull them down!” shouted one of the guests.
“Yes, bare her arse.”
“Down!” said another, starting a chant.
“Down! Down! Down!”
“Nooo!” Kate pleaded. But it was no good. Alan
gripped the panties and roughly dragged them down to the middle of her
smooth, bronzed thighs. Her naked bottom clearly showed her bikini lines,
but what had once been white un-tanned skin, now blazed a fiery crimson.
Alan took a moment to drink in the sight of Kate’s
beautiful bare bottom and feel the heat of the merciless spanking. Then
raising the hairbrush again he slammed it down with a resounding crack
that echoed around the room, catching the lower curve, just above her
thigh. Kate screamed and struggled madly to escape. She longed to rub her
right bottom cheek, which now raged with a much deeper red mark where the
hairbrush had struck, but her arms were trapped in Alan’s vice like
grip. She could never have imagined the intensity of the sting that now
built to a crescendo in her poor tortured bottom.
“EIGHTEEN,” shouted the crowd.
Whack! The hairbrush cracked again, this time against
her left cheek.
Kate struggled and cried but could do nothing to
Alan rubbed the hard wooden back of the hairbrush
over Kate’s stinging bottom, delaying the last two smacks that would end
his moment of ecstasy. Then raising it high he delivered that final two
strokes with as much force as he could muster. “TWENTY”, WHACK!
The crowd cheered and clapped. Alan helped Kate to
her feet and took a bow. Kate, crying uncontrollably pulled up her panties
and jeans in an attempt to cover herself and ran from the room. Samantha
With the spanking over the guests began to calm down
and a few started to wonder if they had gone too far. The party started to
break up and Kate’s friends called their thanks and good byes as they
left, heading home to release their sexual tension with wild lovemaking
and with many planning what they would soon be doing to their partners
scantily clad bottoms.
Up in the bedroom Kate threw herself face down on the
bed, crying into her pillow, pushing down her jeans and pants and gently
rubbing her stinging bottom. Samantha followed her and sat beside her.
Samantha lifted Kate’s hands away from her bottom and gently stroked the
scarlet flesh, soothing the pain with her cool hands. Kate winced and
thrilled at the touch. Wild sexual desire flooded her emotions.
“I, I’m so sorry Kate,” said Samantha. “I
don’t know what happened. It was supposed to be fun.”
Kate rolled onto her side and smiled, sniffing back
the tears. “It’s not your fault Sam.” She told Samantha about the
gypsy curse. “I don’t know how she did it. Magic maybe. She somehow
brought that hairbrush to the party and made us all go mad.”
Sam stood up and moved towards the door and Kate
lustfully watched the lithe movement of her bottom through her tight party
“Where are you going?” said Kate.
Sam looked back over her shoulder. “I’m just
going to throw that brush away.”
“No! Wait. Bring it up here,” said Kate, her eyes glued to Samantha’s bottom. “I’ve got an idea. I think the gypsy’s present might not be such a curse after all.”