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01/09/2011
If you're reading this without reading the first two posts it may not make much sense!
Once we were happily in the hotel room I really thought the events of the day so far would result in some pretty wild sex with my partner - but still nothing - what was going on?
I unpacked and started to get ready to go out, only for my partner to say he had bought some new clothes for my to wear. Given the events so far it was pretty obvious they were going to be quite revealing!
What I was given was a very short black tight skirt, similar to what I used to war when we first met - although back then I used to wear it with knickers and thick tights! The top was thin, black and virtually see through. It was made very clear that underwear wasn't an option.
We went down to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks, and I was already getting quite a lot of attention! I relaxed after a couple of drinks and we moved onto a restaurant where we used to eat. The restaurant had seperate booths that partly shielded us from the other diners.
One of the things I noticed quite quickly is that we had a number of waiters hanging around the table - it was clear that my outfit was attracting attention!
We took our time over the meal and had a few more drinks. Once we'd finished the desert the yet another new waiter came over for a good look and to ask if he wanted anything else. My partner asked for the bill and paid. As the waiter bought our change over my partner told him we were on holiday and asked if he'd mind taking a picture of us. The waiter agreed and we stood up. Rather than standing to the side of me as expected my partner stood behind with his head looking over my shoulder and his arms around me from behind. The bulge pressing into my arse told me he had something in mind!
The waiter fiddled with the camera and lined up the shot, a couple of other waiters had gathered near by, and their were a couple of other diners in the restaurant.
As the waiter went to take the shot m partner slipped his hand further down and pulled the elasticated waist of my skirt out and slid it to the floor. The waiter almost dropped the camera as he took the shot.
I bent quickly to pick the skirt up, but my partner still had me by the waist. He asked the waiter "do you mind?" and the speachless guy just shook his head!
Before a new what was happening my top was off and the waiter was taking another shot of me wearing nothing more than a pair of very high heels. Obviously the other waiters were now all gathered round, and the other diners were trying to see what was going on! There was only one female customer and she seemed to enjoy looking as much as the men!
Again my partner scripted a number of poses. First I was bent over the table with my legs apart. The staff seemed happy to let us do anything we wanted - an by staff I mean all the staff as the cooks had come from the kitchen and into the restaurant.
My body was bent all angles for the photo's, and everything was on show. My partner then decided to up the stake further and with my legs spread wide told me to push the empty wine bottle inside myself. I you've read the other stories, you'll probably guess that I was soon sliding the bottle quickly in and out and starting to lose control. I felt my partner's had approach me and thought he might be about to help me, but watched as he pushed the stem of the floor from the centre of the table slowly up my behind.
This tipped me over the edge and I came, complete to a round of applause from the staff - who then suggested I might want to visit their kitchen!
I'm not sure how my partner comes up with ideas so quick but I was soon bent over the counter with m mum up in the air.
Next I was slighly shocked as my partner expplaind that I was a naughty girl who deserved spanking, and that everyone should grab something to spank me with. Anyone that made me cry out would win a prize!
Suddenly the first waiter spanked me with a plastic spatula. He was quite gentle, and although it sent a shudder of pleasure down me I remained quiet. I was soon spanked with a wooden spatula and a large wooden spoon. The guys confidence was also getting higher and and the power being used rose. This had two effects - on my arse was becoming more tender, and hence more sensitive - secondly I was getting more turned on - but still I remained quiet.
There were only the guy I guessed to be the manager and the two chefs left. I have to admit I was't quiet clear when the other diners had left!
The manager whispers something to me partner, and he replies "no that's fine". I soon realised that the item of choice was the manager's hand. Now he gave my behind quite a slap and I'm not sure whether it was the increased power, the more tender behind or the "skin on skin" effect that alost made me cry out. There was some debate as to whether I had made a noise and my partner let him have a second go to check. Some how I held on!
Now the Chef's seem to have a better knowledge of what was in the kitchen. The first approached with a bizzarre shaped spoon (I later learnt it was a spaghetti spoon). It was an odd shape, but didn't really make much of an effect. I sighed with relief as the last chef walked over. The last big sweaty check walked over (what was it with big sweaty men today!). With a large grin he picked up something that looked like a large wooden tennis ball bat - but about 10 inches across (I think it was used for moving pizza's around!).
Now as you may guess a good whak with this and I cried out. The crowd clapped as the waiter as what his prize was!
My partner explained as we had eaten at his restaurant this guy could eat my sore arse. As I remained bent over the guy hurried over (I think he was worried someone would change their mind!) and began to lick all over my sore arse - which is something that allway's sends me mad after a spanking. I started to shudder for a second time, and felt the chef spreading my arse cheeks wide as he slid his tongue right down between the cheeks.
I was shuddering to my second orgasm of the visit as the chef seemed to attempt to actually enter my arse with his tongue.
I can't really remember much about what happened next except for having my picture taken with the staff, getting dressed and leaving!
Once we were happily in the hotel room I really thought the events of the day so far would result in some pretty wild sex with my partner - but still nothing - what was going on?
I unpacked and started to get ready to go out, only for my partner to say he had bought some new clothes for my to wear. Given the events so far it was pretty obvious they were going to be quite revealing!
What I was given was a very short black tight skirt, similar to what I used to war when we first met - although back then I used to wear it with knickers and thick tights! The top was thin, black and virtually see through. It was made very clear that underwear wasn't an option.
We went down to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks, and I was already getting quite a lot of attention! I relaxed after a couple of drinks and we moved onto a restaurant where we used to eat. The restaurant had seperate booths that partly shielded us from the other diners.
One of the things I noticed quite quickly is that we had a number of waiters hanging around the table - it was clear that my outfit was attracting attention!
We took our time over the meal and had a few more drinks. Once we'd finished the desert the yet another new waiter came over for a good look and to ask if he wanted anything else. My partner asked for the bill and paid. As the waiter bought our change over my partner told him we were on holiday and asked if he'd mind taking a picture of us. The waiter agreed and we stood up. Rather than standing to the side of me as expected my partner stood behind with his head looking over my shoulder and his arms around me from behind. The bulge pressing into my arse told me he had something in mind!
The waiter fiddled with the camera and lined up the shot, a couple of other waiters had gathered near by, and their were a couple of other diners in the restaurant.
As the waiter went to take the shot m partner slipped his hand further down and pulled the elasticated waist of my skirt out and slid it to the floor. The waiter almost dropped the camera as he took the shot.
I bent quickly to pick the skirt up, but my partner still had me by the waist. He asked the waiter "do you mind?" and the speachless guy just shook his head!
Before a new what was happening my top was off and the waiter was taking another shot of me wearing nothing more than a pair of very high heels. Obviously the other waiters were now all gathered round, and the other diners were trying to see what was going on! There was only one female customer and she seemed to enjoy looking as much as the men!
Again my partner scripted a number of poses. First I was bent over the table with my legs apart. The staff seemed happy to let us do anything we wanted - an by staff I mean all the staff as the cooks had come from the kitchen and into the restaurant.
My body was bent all angles for the photo's, and everything was on show. My partner then decided to up the stake further and with my legs spread wide told me to push the empty wine bottle inside myself. I you've read the other stories, you'll probably guess that I was soon sliding the bottle quickly in and out and starting to lose control. I felt my partner's had approach me and thought he might be about to help me, but watched as he pushed the stem of the floor from the centre of the table slowly up my behind.
This tipped me over the edge and I came, complete to a round of applause from the staff - who then suggested I might want to visit their kitchen!
I'm not sure how my partner comes up with ideas so quick but I was soon bent over the counter with m mum up in the air.
Next I was slighly shocked as my partner expplaind that I was a naughty girl who deserved spanking, and that everyone should grab something to spank me with. Anyone that made me cry out would win a prize!
Suddenly the first waiter spanked me with a plastic spatula. He was quite gentle, and although it sent a shudder of pleasure down me I remained quiet. I was soon spanked with a wooden spatula and a large wooden spoon. The guys confidence was also getting higher and and the power being used rose. This had two effects - on my arse was becoming more tender, and hence more sensitive - secondly I was getting more turned on - but still I remained quiet.
There were only the guy I guessed to be the manager and the two chefs left. I have to admit I was't quiet clear when the other diners had left!
The manager whispers something to me partner, and he replies "no that's fine". I soon realised that the item of choice was the manager's hand. Now he gave my behind quite a slap and I'm not sure whether it was the increased power, the more tender behind or the "skin on skin" effect that alost made me cry out. There was some debate as to whether I had made a noise and my partner let him have a second go to check. Some how I held on!
Now the Chef's seem to have a better knowledge of what was in the kitchen. The first approached with a bizzarre shaped spoon (I later learnt it was a spaghetti spoon). It was an odd shape, but didn't really make much of an effect. I sighed with relief as the last chef walked over. The last big sweaty check walked over (what was it with big sweaty men today!). With a large grin he picked up something that looked like a large wooden tennis ball bat - but about 10 inches across (I think it was used for moving pizza's around!).
Now as you may guess a good whak with this and I cried out. The crowd clapped as the waiter as what his prize was!
My partner explained as we had eaten at his restaurant this guy could eat my sore arse. As I remained bent over the guy hurried over (I think he was worried someone would change their mind!) and began to lick all over my sore arse - which is something that allway's sends me mad after a spanking. I started to shudder for a second time, and felt the chef spreading my arse cheeks wide as he slid his tongue right down between the cheeks.
I was shuddering to my second orgasm of the visit as the chef seemed to attempt to actually enter my arse with his tongue.
I can't really remember much about what happened next except for having my picture taken with the staff, getting dressed and leaving!
Poster:
Emma
