Merrilee And The PM 
by Eleanor Powell

‘Hey Merrilee, remember me?’ Pete asked, coming up behind her and planting a kiss on the back of her neck. ‘You’re supposed to be married to me not that computer.’

‘Oh darling, please don’t be a grouch,’ she said coaxingly. ‘Just let me see what this email is from Spanking Swingers.’

‘Ok, let’s see together,’ Pete lifted his long leg astride the chair she was sat on. ‘Hutch up a bit,’ he said.

Merrilee could feel something sticking into her back. She wriggled against it feeling his hardness. ‘What’s making you so horny?’ she laughed.

‘I can’t imagine,’ he said, putting his arms around her, cupping her pert breasts in his big hands.

‘Ouch,’ she squealed as he tweaked her nipples. He laughed.

‘Go on then, click on the link,’ he said.

With a couple of clicks, they were on the Spanking Swingers Site.

‘Right, I got to log in,’ she said. ‘My User Name is … ‘ She suddenly stopped dead. ‘I can’t remember my User Name,’ she wailed.

‘Merrilee, you idiot,’ he said standing up. ‘Maybe a warm bottom will improve your memory.’

Pulling her off the chair they had just been sharing, while holding onto her wrist, he turned the chair around – sitting down on it, he pulled her over his knee.

Raising his right arm, he brought his large hand down on her upturned right bottom cheek – quickly followed by his hand landing on her left cheek.

‘Owwwwwwwww!’ she shrieked. ‘That bloody hurt.’

Putting his mouth close to her ear, ‘Guess what?’ he whispered. ‘It was meant to.’

‘This is so unfair,’ she protested. ‘It’s any excuse to spank me.’

‘It’s for your own good. I’m just helping you to improve your memory.’

‘Piss off,’ she said.

‘Merrilee, using language like that to me is never a good idea, especially when you’re in that position.’ He flipped up the back of her dress, revealing virginal white satin knickers. Running his hands over her bottom cheeks, he said, ‘You sure know how to turn a man on, don’t you, darling?’

His right hand was busy smoothing out the wrinkles in her satin knickers. He pulled them up until they were taut across her bum cheeks. Then his fingers tucked her panties into the crack between her cheeks. As he carried on pushing the material into her extremely wet pussy, she was squirming about over his knee.

Then without warning, he again raised his right arm and brought his hand down on the top of her thigh. ‘Not there, not there,’ she shouted.

‘Ok, is this better?’ he brought his hand down in the dead centre of her quivering bottom cheeks. ‘And here’s another to match the other.’

‘Hell! You’re a sadist,’ Merrilee wriggled and writhed over his knee.

‘And you have masochistic tendencies, my darling,’ he retorted. ‘Otherwise you wouldn’t keep needing a spanking.’

‘As if?’ she said.

‘Have you remembered your User Name yet?’

‘I can’t think straight while you’re spanking me,’ she said, renewing her efforts to escape his stinging hand.

‘You can protest all you want, my sweet, but being spanked turns you on big time,’ he said.

‘No it doesn’t.’

‘Hmmm! So why are my trousers getting so wet?’

‘Not my fault if you’re not potty trained yet,’ she laughed. ‘Owwww! You lousy rotten sod,’ she said, as he landed another six spanks on her hot tingling bottom.

His big hard hand had stopped spanking her. Now he was gently rubbing her hot cheeks. ‘Let’s get these out of the way,’ he said, hooking his finger into the waistband of her knickers and pulling them down to her ankles – then right off. He tossed the scrap of white satin across the room.

His finger slipped easily into her very wet pussy and, finding her clit, he began to stroke it.

‘Oh, Pete,’ she gasped. ‘I’m going to come, but it feels so strange. I-I nearly passed out just then,’ she tried to explain. ‘And I think I have just pissed myself.’

Pete laughed. ‘You’re such an innocent, aren’t you? I just found your G Spot.’

‘I didn’t know I’d lost it,’ she laughed. ‘But, wow! Can you find it again?

‘Yes of course, but not now.’ He went back to rubbing on her engorged clit, with what she called, his magic vibrating finger.

She was soon bucking about over his knee. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ she shouted as she felt the waves of her orgasm take over her body, leaving her shuddering and shaking.

When it was over, she lay limply over his knee.

She became aware of his stiff cock sticking into her side. She could feel it throbbing. ‘Are you trying to make a new hole?’ she asked.

Pete laughed. ‘Come on, don’t just lie there, I need a bit of loving too.’ He helped her to her feet.

She knelt down between his legs. With practiced fingers, she unzipped his trousers and released his rampant cock. It stuck out from his flat belly, pulsing and swaying about. Putting her hot little mouth over the purple helmet, she opened her mouth as wide as she could – covering his manhood with her mouth.

She loved sucking her lollipop. Her tongue licked down the length of his cock, then back up again, she pointed it, licking and sucking at the tip of his cock, he moaned with pleasure, while his battering ram swelled even more in her mouth.

Her fingers were also busy, gently squeezing his balls. He withdrew his cock from her mouth. Pulling her up off her knees, he pushed her over the back of the chair that he had just vacated and came all over her still sore red-hot bottom. She let out a loud sigh of relief, at the cooling effect his cum had on her stinging bottom.

‘Stay right where you are,’ Pete instructed her. ‘I’ll go get a wipe to clean you up.’

He smoothed the moist baby wipe over her rosy red cheeks. ‘That feels so good,’ she said.

‘Right, that’s you spanking new again,’ he laughed giving her a slap on her upturned bottom.

‘Now what were we doing before we got side tracked?’ He stood her up.

‘Wasn’t anything important,’ she said. ‘It’ll keep.’

She moved towards the bedroom, calling out over her shoulder, ‘Come on lover boy, let’s go play some more.’

‘Merrilee, you’re insatiable,’ he laughed.

‘Are you objecting?’

‘God, no.’ He chased her into the bedroom.

Two hours later, she came out of the bedroom, yawning and stretching – with a happy smile on her face.

She went back to the computer, sitting down gingerly. ‘Ouch!’ she jumped up, rubbing her sore bottom.

Going to the couch, she saw her discarded knickers lying there. ‘So that’s where they went,’ she muttered to herself. Stepping into her white satin panties, she rolled them up over her hips, wincing as the satiny material hurt her sore bottom.

Quickly, she took them off again. Grabbing a cushion, she sat down at the computer again.

She clicked the Enter key to clear the screen saver – the cursor was still blinking, waiting for her to type in her User Name. Suddenly, she remembered it. A sore bottom sure worked wonders. Great, now she was getting somewhere.

‘Uh huh, now what did I use as a password?’

She tried her date of birth, no joy. Having no better luck with Pete’s date of birth – she then noticed in small letters, ‘If you have forgotten your password Click here’. After clicking as per instructions, she was asked to type in her email address and her mother’s maiden name.

She was then told an email was on its way to her. When she checked her Inbox five minutes later, sure enough the promised email was waiting for her.

Her password turned out to be their wedding anniversary. I’d better not let Pete know that I forgot it or I’ll never hear the end of it, she thought.

Now she was getting excited. She was almost in. Soon she’d be able to read the response from ‘Adventurous Couple Into Spanking’.

She read the Private Message from Mike and Jayne. They sound so friendly, she thought. Wow! They wanted to meet her and Pete as soon as possible.

She printed out the PM.

Going into the bedroom, she looked down at the man lying on the bed, his arms outflung, a peaceful look on his handsome face, his black hair tousled and stuck up on end, ‘I love you so much,’ she said aloud.

‘Come back to bed darling,’ he murmured sleepily.

‘Got something to show you,’ she waved the print-out of the PM under his nose.

‘Stop waving it around,’ he squinted up at her. ‘I’m trying to read it.’

‘Open your eyes then,’ she taunted him.

‘Why didn’t I think of that? ‘Remind me to give you a spanking for being such a smart arse.’

‘Promises, promises,’ she laughed, sitting down on the bed.

He propped himself up on one elbow as she held out the PM to him.

His fingers were walking up the inside of her thigh, so that she was having great difficulty concentrating and holding the paper still at the same time.

Unnoticed the PM fluttered onto the bed, forgotten by both of them.

Gently he pushed her down – his walking fingers carried on walking up and down the inside of her thighs. She could feel her pussy juicing up as his finger lightly made contact with her throbbing clit. Teasing her, he withdrew his finger and let it walk back down her leg again.

‘I hate you,’ she told him.

‘Of course you do, you tell me often enough.’

Getting off the bed, he went to the foot of it – nudging her thighs apart, His wandering digit wandered into her pussy. He gently flicked her clit, making it throb even more.

Then going down on his haunches, he replaced his finger with his tongue. Licking, sucking and gently biting her clit; she was moaning, while pushing her pussy upwards to meet his mouth.

Putting his hands under her bottom, he lifted her hips until her legs were resting over each of his shoulders.

‘Oh my God!’ she shrieked as her juices flooded again. ‘You bugger, you’ve found my G Spot again.’

‘I don’t hear you objecting,’ he said.

‘I hated it, do it again.’

‘You’re a right Contrary Mary,’ he said. ‘Come on let’s send a PM back to Jayne and Mike,’

‘Ok, are we going to do it together?’ she asked.

‘We are,’ he said. Standing up, he took hold of her hand and led her out of the bedroom.

She sat down in front of the computer, with him behind her, sharing the chair.

Starting to type, she wrote: Dear Jayne and Mike ‘Whoa,’ Pete said. ‘That’s far too stuffy.’

‘Would Dear Sir or Madam be better?’ she asked cheekily.

‘Any more remarks like that, young lady, and you’ll be over my knee, saying thank you Sir after each spank.’

‘Sod off,’ she said.

With language like that, I owe you a spanking,’ he promised her. ‘But for now, let’s get on with this PM.’

After a few stops and starts, Merrilee read their joint effort aloud.

Hi Jayne and Mike

It was great hearing from you. We would love to meet you too. As you say, you can’t accommodate, so you’ll be very welcome to come over here. Maybe we can chat – get to know each other better before we meet. Our phone number is 123 4567 or better still we can, if you wish, chat online. Our nickname is, merripete@livetalk.com

‘Does that sound OK darling?’ she asked him.

‘Yes, my sweet, come on send it off.’

She tapped on the Enter key.

‘Wonder how long it’ll be before we hear from them,’ she said.

‘Time enough for me to give you that spanking I promised you.’

‘You’ll have to catch me first,’ she giggled, while still squirming about in the chair.

‘This is not like you, being a sitting target.’ He laughed. ‘Oh well, as I don’t have to waste energy chasing after you, come on out of that chair, I’m going to need it.’ Taking hold of her arm, he yanked her out of it. Then sitting down, he hauled her over his lap.

She lay draped over his knee, head hanging down. ‘I think we should get a new carpet,’ she said.

He stopped, his arm in mid air. ‘Now, what’s going through that pretty head of yours?’

‘Well, I do so much carpet studying, I’m bored with this carpet.’

‘Is that all?’ he asked. ‘Here’s something to look at.’ He tossed a glossy magazine on to the carpet, almost under her nose.

‘Hey, that’s my Janus you’re throwing around,’ she protested.

‘Hmmm! My mistake,’ he said. ‘I shouldn’t be distracting you from what’s happening.’

‘Why, what’s happening? Owww! You louse,’’ as he brought his big hard hand down, again and again, on her bouncing reddened cheeks.