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Keywords: Salon, Vina's, Spanking, of,

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"Feel good, Arnold?"

"Ooh... yes... it makes me feel... tingles..."

"I like give my gentlemen a nice bottom-patting on the first session. It's a good ice breaker. Now why don't you tell me about yourself. What brings you to us for a spanking?"

"Well, I don't know, I've never been spanked, and I just wondered what it would feel like, I guess..."

"I see. I bet you'll learn to like it. Most of my customers are shy at first, but pretty soon they can't wait to drop their britches -- especially after they learn what the rubber sheet is for."

Arnold asked again its purpose, but she teasingly ignored his question.

"Are you ready for some hard swats now, Arnold?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know... maybe..."

"We'll just try one, to see how it feels. This is only your first spanking." She took a deep breath and, drawing her hand high in the air, delivered a resounding slap to Arnold's buttocks.

"OUCH!" he cried, surprised at the sudden rush of pain.

She chuckled, and resumed the gentle patting. "Wake you up, did it? That's what little boys get, when they're naughty. Did you like that one?"

Arnold looked in the mirror at the distinct red imprint of her hand on his backside. The pain had quickly receded, to be replaced by a warm tingling flush. "Oh, it hurt, Vivian... and yet... it felt sort of good."

"I can tell," she giggled. "You're starting to drip on my legs." She squeezed his penis tightly between her thighs, which were becoming slippery with the dew of his arousal.

"I... I'm sorry, Vivian. I can't help it. Do you mind?"

"Of course not, Arnold. I know how it makes guys feel." She continued planting slow, playful slaps on his buttocks. Each touch filled him with exhilaration. He enjoyed the caressing punishment in silence for a few minutes, becoming more aroused with each slap.

And yet there was something missing in the experience. The ritual act of submitting to a spanking over the knee of a woman drew up in Arnold a childhood sense of shame and punishment, and he felt a need for a focus to give it emotional expression. He was too shy to broach the subject, but Vivian knew her work well and sensed his change in mood. "Did you want me to spank you for anything in particular, Arnold? I always think it's more fun if we have something to spank you about."

"What ... sort of thing, Vivian?"

"Well, you've been jerking off too much lately. We could spank you for that."

Arnold gasped at her intuition. "How ... how did you know?"

She giggled. "I didn't. But it's always a safe bet. Every guy masturbates, and most of them do it more than they ought to. Do you play with your dick a lot, Arnold?"

It was excruciatingly embarrassing to admit it to this younger and very desirable girl, but just as the pain of the spanking became a pleasure in her lap, the humiliation of his confession gave him a unexplained thrill. "I ... I guess I do, Vivian. I ... masturbate a lot."

"Is it just for fun, or is like a habit with you?"

"It ... it's a habit, I guess."

"So you're pretty much a jerk-off, huh? Lots my other customers are. You want me to spank you for it?"

Arnold readily agreed. Vivian began slapping his bottom harder now, as she playfully scolded him for giving in to his shameful private habit. "And you know what a bad boy you are, don't you Arnold? Isn't it embarrassing to be turned over my lap and spanked like this for masturbating? You better tell me all about it!" As she slowly spanked him she encouraged Arnold to reveal the most humiliating details of his masturbatory excesses, and he found the confession wildly exciting.

She paused to let him catch is breath, and Arnold suddenly realized that he was thrusting his member unconsciously but vigorously in the slippery prison of her thighs. He asked nervously, "Do... Do you mind?"

"Could you stop if I did?" Her tone told him that she did not.

"No," he giggled. "I don't think I could."

"Well, then, I'll just have to ignore it, won't I? The rubber sheet is ready, just in case."

"What ... what do you mean, Vivian?"

"Well, Arnold, sometimes guys get pretty excited during a spanking. The rubber sheet is in case that they have a little 'accident' on my lap."

Arnold could hardly believe what she was implying. "You... you mean... That men actually ... You don't mind?"

She smiled, "Not if they behave themselves. Now it's against the rules for me to do anything directly to help a customer along, or I might lose my masseuse license. But if a man has an 'accident' while I'm spanking him, well, we can't help that, can we?" She squeezed her legs together to illustrate her point, and Arnold moaned with pleasure.

"Uh...Vivian... do many of your customers have... you know... an 'accident' when you spank them?"

"Yes, during a recreational spanking a customer usually builds up a lot of tension. We like him to let it out, if he can, to help relax him. About half of my customers let go right here in my lap. The others prefer a manual release after a spanking, and I keep a bottle of baby oil for their use. It's so cute the way they kneel down in front of me and finish themselves off in their own hands. They really like me to watch them do it. You might like to do that, being a jerk-off, but from the way you're wiggling around, I don't think you're going to last that long."

Arnold was in a sensual paradise from her pats on his rear and the feel of his penis thrusting against the bare skin of her thighs. But he felt as if something were incomplete.

"Vivian..."

"Yes, Arnold?"

"Could I have... some more... hard swats?"

"Well, just a few, perhaps. I'll give you three." She raised her hand and brought it swiftly down. "One!" -- "Ouch!" -- "Two!" -- "Oh!" -- "Three!" -- "OW, OUCH!"

"There, that's enough for now," she soothed and resumed patting.

But Arnold was not satisfied. "Please, Vivian, I'd like some more. May I have some more swats?"

"Well, I don't know. This is your first spanking, and we don't want to overdo it."

"Please, I can take it. I... I really want it."

"Well, if you're sure you're ready. But I'll have to hold you more firmly." She circled her left arm around his waist, holding him securely. He felt the strength of her grip and realized suddenly that he was totally in her power.

"This will hurt, now, Arnold. More that you think. It will help to kick your legs and cry. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. If you feel like crying, don't hold back."

She began slapping hard, regular blows to his buttocks. At first he only gasped at the blows, but as each strike followed another, a fiery pain began mounting in his flesh. Soon he was squirming, kicking his legs, and feeling hot tears run down his cheeks.

"Ow! Please! Stop! Vivian, please... no more. Ouch! Oh please, let me up! Oh! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. Don't spank me any more. Oh, my bottom!"

Vivian grinned, because the stiff turgid penis thrusting against her bare legs belied the complaints of its owner. Her practiced ear heard Arnold's true wishes through his protests, and her practiced hand played counterpoint to her playful scolding. "Stop? ... Not until I give you what you deserve, you naughty boy, you masturbator ... Imagine ... a big boy like you ... with his britches pulled down... being spanked by a girl .... Aren't you ashamed of yourself for jerking off? ...Arnold the jerk-off, getting his bottom spanked by a girl."

"Oh! Yes,Vivian...Ouch! I'm sorry for masturbating! Spank me, please, spank me till I'm good!"

They continued like this for a few moments. Then Arnold's tone changed. "Oh, Vivian... I feel like... I need to... I'm going to..."

"Yes, Arnold, I know what you need. Just go ahead and let go. Let it go right between my legs, it's all right."

He suddenly stiffened and began flooding his pent-up semen in her lap. She squeezed his organ between her legs as he ejaculated and slapped his buttocks, timing her slaps to the spasms of his climax. As the flood finally ebbed, she eased her blows, until finally she was gently patting his naked backside, her thighs milking out the last drops of his virility.

After he had rested, she helped him to his feet and wiped off the sticky semen from between her legs with a towel. Then she took his now shrunken penis in her hands and toweled it off, asking "I didn't hurt your feelings too much with all that 'jerk-off' stuff, did I Arnold? It was just for fun."

"No, Vivian I ... well, I sort of liked it." He smiled at her shyly, still savoring the delicious humiliation of the experience. She winked and gave him one lingering look at her breasts before pulling on her shirt and then left.

Arnold dressed and went out. In the lobby, Vina greeted him with a smile, "Well, Vivian tells me you and she had quite a nice little chat. Did you enjoy your spanking?"

Arnold blushed, realizing that Vivian must have made a full report of the proceedings. "Yes Ma'am, thank you."

"And did you find the outcome ... fully satisfactory?" He nodded shyly at her pointed question.

"I'm so glad. And please consider us again when you have spanking needs in the future."

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Keywords: Salon, Vina's, Spanking, of,