Pippa Part 7

Pippa was tremendously excited when she found me the next day. She recounted all that happened the day before and the story that Charlotte and Lucy had told her. I had met the twins already and liked them very much. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams imagined that they would be enjoy being spanked like Pippa did.

‘But they look so sweet and innocent.’ I protested.

‘Don’t I then.’ said Pippa fluttering her eyelashes.

I laughed and gave her a gentle poke in the ribs. ‘You look pure as the driven snow when you don’t do that.’ I said. ‘I just never imagined Lucy and Charlotte…’

‘No neither did I.’ admitted Pippa ‘But I caught them red-handed .. or should I say red-bottomed … so there’s no doubt.’

‘Do you think all girls like having their bottoms smacked.’ I asked.

‘I shouldn’t think so for one moment.’ said Pippa
‘Shame.’

Now she cuffed me. ‘You can stop imagining spanking Lucy and Charlotte right now.’ She said severely.

I laughed and then gave her a quick squeeze. ‘It’s alright my love I’m perfectly content with applying my art to your pretty bottom.’
‘Oh you’re an artist now are you?’ she said ‘Then when are you going to get around to your masterpiece?’

‘Do you think the twins might be amenable to this afternoon?’ I asked.

‘I’ll speak to them at lunchtime.’ Pippa smiled, giving me one of her naughtiest looks. ‘Come over anyway, if I can’t let you give me a good spanking, I’ll make you tea instead.’

‘Couldn’t we have both?’ I said cheekily.

‘Greedy! We’ll see’ she said. She gave me a cheeky smile over her shoulder, and a little wiggle of her hips as she flounced off towards her lecture.
Oh I was looking forward to that afternoon. But Pippa had been very astute, she had seen the gleam in my eye when she had told me about Lucy and Charlotte. If I was honest with myself I would have to admit that the thought of punishing either, or preferably both, of those pretty twins was an enticing thought. And yet, I knew it was not something I would ever do against Pippa’s will. She was the girl I loved, and all that really mattered to me was that she was happy. I watched her disappear into the university library, feeling, once more, like the luckiest man alive.
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How I managed to concentrate at all during that lecture I can’t imagine. Certainly the sparse notes that I took were not worth the paper that they were written on. My mind was on other things, most particularly what would happen that afternoon. It had been a long time since Tom had spanked me. Over a year ago I had enjoyed that wonderful fortnight at Hambleton Hall. The final act of that holiday had been the school game we had played up in the attic. Then Tom had taken the cane and given me twenty-five hard strokes across my bare bottom. Twenty-five strokes that had taken me on to a wonderful orgasm that still made me shiver whenever I thought of it, and believe me I had thought of it often over the last fourteen months. And now we were to reawaken that aspect of our relationship that had lain dormant for so long. I found myself thinking anxious thoughts… would it still excite me as it had in the past? Would Tom still enjoy punishing me? Perhaps my pain threshold would be lower than before and I wouldn’t be able to take so much? I tried to put those worries aside - in a few hours time Tom and I would discover again whether this was the strong erotic motor of our relationship or not, I would have to be patient until then.

I found Charlotte and Lucy at lunchtime in the refrectory. Thankfully they were sitting alone and so I was able to talk to them.

‘Could we have the staircase door closed for a while this afternoon… Tom’s coming over?’

I must have sounded rather over eager for both twins giggled.


‘You’re very keen Pippa! I don’t know if its convenient.’ Lucy smirked.


Charlotte saw the expression on my face and gave her sister a sharp dig in the ribs. ‘Don’t tease Lucy… of course it’s alright Pippa … we’re both in this afternoon and we weren’t planning on going anywhere, we’ll lock the door after Tom has arrived.’

‘Thanks.’ I said gratefully.

I should perhaps explain that it was a long held tradition at Summerville that if a staircase door was closed then the residents of that staircase were not receiving visitors. Only if the door at the bottom was open would visitors go up and knock on one’s door. It was a system for ensuring that you could get a little privacy, especially if you needed to get some work done. Closed staircases were very common around exam time!


I thought carefully about what I should wear. I had brought my old school uniform with me - that held many special memories, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to play a role that afternoon. My riding things were a possibility, they too had a good resonance of a very exciting afternoon. But riding clothes in the absence of a horse felt a bit false. In the end I decided that smart and sexy was the look to go for. I found out my prettiest lingerie. A black silk basque, with matching knickers and stockings. They were beautiful things that made me feel good to wear. I put on a simple black dress and high healed shoes, combed my hair through until it was a shiny blonde curtain and put a simple pearl choker around my neck. I checked my appearance in the mirror - rather beautiful if I said so myself.


Tom was dead on time. He came upstairs and knocked on my door. As I let him in I saw Lucy go down to close and lock the staircase door. She gave me a wink as she passed.


Tom kissed me gently on the lips and then stood back to look at me.


'You look totally stunning Pippa.’ He said ‘More beautiful than ever.’


I felt the colour rise to my face at this compliment.


‘I do try.’ I said as lightly as I could manage.

Tom pulled me towards him and kissed me again, passionately. He ran his hands down my back and squeezed my bottom.


‘What would you like to do?’ he asked softly.

‘It’s up to you.’ I replied ‘I’m totally under your orders…. Sir.’

I felt his cock harden against me.
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‘Totally under your orders sir.’ What a lovely phrase that was and she said it so deliciously.

I took a step back from her and sat myself on her sofa. She was looking so lovely today, she had dressed herself in a simple black dress, but it was the perfect choice for it gave a wonderful contrast to her fair skin and blonde hair. She wore her hair down and it shone like gold in the sunlight coming from the window.

‘I want you to begin by taking your dress off.’ I said

‘Yes sir.’ She replied.

She turned her back on me and slowly unzipped her little dress. Then in one swift movement she let it fall from her shoulders to drop completely from her and to land in a crumpled heap around her ankles. I took a deep breath. If I thought she had been looking lovely before, now she looked totally stunning. She was wearing black lingerie, a basque edged with fine lace, suspenders attached, matching knickers and fine silk stockings. She turned back to face me, her eyes smiling and the ghost of a wicked smile on her lips.

‘Beautiful.’ I said softly.

I let my eyes drink in her loveliness once more.

‘What shall I do to please you sir?’ she asked, her clear blue eyes looking into mine.

‘I think those knickers had better come down.’

‘Yes sir.’

Again she turned her back on me. She placed her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to ease them down. She did it wonderfully slowly, teasingly slowly, inching them down, gradually exposing her pretty bottom.

‘Bring them here.’ I said

She bent down and retrieved her knickers from around her ankles then stepped forward with them in her hand. I took them from her and she stepped back from me. Her knickers were very damp.

‘ Naughty girl.’ I said ‘You’ve made your knickers all wet. Come here.’

Obediently she stepped forward. There was the golden triangle at the juncture of her thighs. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh then slipped my fingers between her legs. She widened her stance a little and gave a soft moan as the tip of my finger caressed her clitoris. She wriggled her hips as my fingers played.

‘Stand still you naughty girl.’ I said sternly.
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I couldn’t stand still, not with his fingers playing with me down there. I was already feeling aroused simply through putting myself under his control and undressing for him, now I was very excited indeed.

‘What happens to naughty girls who can’t stand still?’ he asked me.

‘Mmmmm’ I gave a little moan as he inserted a single finger inside me. ‘They… they get punished sir.’ I said.

‘And how do they get punished Pippa?’

‘By having their bottoms spanked.’ I said, feeling my arousal increase even further as I said the words.

‘Turn around.’ He ordered.

I turned away from him, my back to him. He stroked the backs of my legs above my stocking tops and then rubbed his hand between my legs again. With his other hand he began to spank me… quite gently at first… but then a little harder… and then really hard. All the time his fingers played with my pussy and I’m sure he could feel how worked up I was getting. After a few moments he paused. My bottom was already smarting but I wanted more.

‘Go through into the bedroom and lie on your tummy.’ He told me.

He gave me a few moments to follow his instructions and then I heard him follow me through. I turned my head to look at him. He was now semi-naked, dressed just in his shirt, nothing else. His cock was erect. He knelt on the bed behind me and his hands were on my legs. I let him manouvre me as he wanted; I was totally under his will. He parted my legs and made me lift my bottom.

I waited for the next smack to land, but it never came. Instead, suddenly I felt his warm breath on my pussy and then the most incredible sensation as he used his lips and tongue on the place where his fingers had been playing before. This was a totally new experience that had me moaning and writhing within a few seconds; it was the most incredible sensation.

He kissed me like that for what seemed like hours but was only a minute or two. He spoke again.

‘Turn around Pippa, on your Tummy.’

I turned around on the bed, still face down. He was kneeling and his cock was almost in my face. I knew what he wanted me to do. I ran my fingers around the head of his cock then opened my lips and took him into my mouth, now it was his turn to groan with pleasure.

He managed to speak through what seemed like gritted teeth. I suppressed an urge to giggle.

‘I’m going to give you twenty hard smacks on your bottom.’ He told me. ‘If you haven’t made me come by the time you’ve had them then I will give you kisses again while you count to twenty.’ It was a wonderful idea. His hand was on my bottom again and a moment later it smacked down hard, very hard. I had noticed this before … the more excited Tom grew, the harder he spanked me!

Twenty times his hand came smacking down on my naked cheeks. All the time I played with him in my mouth, running the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling his response with every smack he gave me. He must have been trying very hard for despite my efforts he didn’t come.

He was true to his word. He turned me over onto my back and kissed the inside of my thighs. Then with his head nestling between my legs he went to work on me again. I counted to twenty…. Very slowly if I am honest… I was enjoying this very much indeed.

Twice more we changed places that afternoon. Finally he came, his cock spurting in my mouth as his hand smacked my bottom very hard. I came almost at the same moment… the effect of my hot bum, combined with a well kissed pussy producing an orgasm of rippling intensity.

He held me in his arms and kissed me tenderly.

‘I think you promised me tea as well.’ He said with a broad grin.
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It was the first time I had ever done that - kissed her in that intimate way. I had thought about it before, especially after Pippa had taken me in her mouth. I wasn’t sure how she would react to it - whether she would like it or not. I needn’t have worried. She was already highly aroused, and I could tell that I was doing the right thing almost from the moment my lips touched her pussy. She was lovely to kiss down there, soft and wet and I just loved the way she squirmed and wriggled and moaned as I went to work with my tongue and mouth.

It was lovely too to redden her bottom again. It had been a long time since I had had that particular pleasure. She reddened very quickly, probably because her bottom was so sensitive after so many months away from being regularly spanked. The best bit though was that it was every bit as exciting as it had been before. I had been slightly anxious that it wouldn’t be the same, and that is why I had used only my open hand and not any other implement.

As we sat in bed, drinking our tea I thought of all the fun we would have over the coming term. Oxford would be even more perfect than it had proved to be already.
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Not long after Tom had gone, that very same afternoon there was a knock on the door. Charlotte and Lucy were there and I invited them in.

I made some more tea and cut them both a slice of cake and we sat around my little table. I could tell that they were bursting with curiosity but didn’t quite know how to raise the subject. We talked about everything - the weather, the university, parents, home until at last Lucy was able to contain herself no longer.

'How was it with Tom?’ she asked and then blushed red in embarrassment at the way her question had rushed out. I couldn’t help but giggle.

‘It was lovely thank-you Lucy.’ I replied.
‘Did you… you know…?’ she said
‘Oh Lucy, there’s no need to be so coy about it, we all know what was going on. Yes Tom, gave me a jolly good spanking, which I badly needed. It was very exciting and afterwards we made love. Is that what you wanted to know?’

Lucy blushed again. ‘Yes .. thanks Pippa.’

I suddenly felt ashamed at my rudeness. ‘Oh Lucy, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound curt.’ I said ‘Yes it was very very special and really I’ve got you two to thank for making it possible. I think we would have spent the whole term getting very frustrated if you and Charlotte hadn’t been in on our secret.’

Lucy smiled. ‘It’s alright, I shouldn’t have been so nosy, it’s just that from our room it did sound very exciting. Does Tom spank you hard?’

‘Yes, I suppose he does.’ I admitted.

I saw Charlotte shift in her chair. I recognized that movement and the way a little colour was coming to her cheeks. It was exactly how I got when I was getting excited.

Now Charlotte spoke. ‘Pippa, Lucy and I have been talking things over. We couldn’t help but hear what you and Tom were up to. We know it’s rather cheeky, and you can say no if you want to.. and we shan’t be upset…. but…’

I knew what was coming.

‘But… we both wondered… if you might let Tom spank us as well.’

Lucy cut in hurriedly ‘We’re not trying to take him away from you, he’s your boyfriend we know that, but you see neither of us have ever been spanked by a man… it’s something we’ve talked about a bit.’

'Be honest Lucy… we’ve talked about it incessantly.’ Charlotte interrupted.

‘And we just wanted to experience it… even if its just once. It must be very different to being spanked by your own sister.’

I sat back and thought for a moment. I didn’t quite know how to react. I remembered how I had felt when Tom had caned Claire, the mixed feelings of satisfaction and envy. But of course, back then, Tom and I were at the very start of our relationship, we had made love for the very first time only the day before. Now eighteen months on we were far more established and secure. Perhaps it would be fun to involve Lucy and Charlotte - perhaps it would be worth trying just once.

‘I think before I give you an answer I would need to speak to Tom.’ I said. ‘I’m not saying no, but neither am I saying yes… not quite yet.’

‘That’s OK.’ said Charlotte ‘I don’t think we were expecting an immediate answer.’ She looked a little uncomfortable.

‘Would you like another cup of tea.’ I said trying to reduce the tense feeling that was now in the air.

Lucy giggled at the sudden change of subject and a moment later we were all giggling. I gave them both a quick hug.

‘I’m glad we discovered each others little kink.’ I said ‘I think we’re going to be great friends.’

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Pippa broached the subject with me almost as soon as we met. We had gone for a stroll along the banks of the river, enjoying the last of the Autumn sunshine.

‘Tom, can I ask you something?’ she said

‘Of course you can. What is it?’

‘Well the twins have asked me whether you would agree to spank them as well as me.’

I was a little taken aback for when the same subject had come up only a couple of days before Pippa had seemed to reject it out of hand - now it was her who was broaching it.

‘What do you think?’ I asked, playing for time.

‘I think… I think I wouldn’t mind.’ She said slowly.

I could hear the hesitancy in her voice. I took both her hands and turned her to face me.

‘I know what’s worrying you Pippa.’ I said ‘You’re afraid that I might fall for one of them instead of you. Well there’s no need to be concerned about that at all… I love you… no-one else… its quite simple.’

She gave me a grateful hug and a kiss on the end of my nose. ‘I love you too Tom Elliot. But its not just that… it’s … well do you remember caning Claire… and how that made you feel?’

How could I forget caning the pretty Claire Deschamps - the only other girl I had ever punished besides Pippa?

‘You mean… the way it got me excited?’ I asked

She nodded.

‘Let me be honest with you Pippa. If I were to spank Lucy or Charlotte that would probably get me aroused too. But that’s where it would end. I wouldn’t want to touch them or kiss then or do any of the things I do with you. Those things are just for us…and if you want to keep spanking in that category as well.. that’s ok by me.’

She slowly shook her head. ‘No I think we could have some fun with Lucy and Charlotte… and I know you well enough to trust you. I think if we make it more formal than erotic then it will be fine. They were great with us the other day… in a sense we are in their debt.’

‘Not quite to the tune of five pounds.’ I smiled giving her bottom a little pat.

Pippa giggled ‘No not quite that special sum.’