Poker Night part 1
It was exactly 6pm on Friday evening as I put my key into the lock and open the front door. As I stepped over the threshold. I heard Fiona say, ‘Hello Sir’. She was stood just inside the hall, by the kitchen door, wearing the blue drees I had told her to wear today. She took my bag and went into the kitchen to pour me a glass of white wine. Had sent a text earlier to say I wanted a glass of Chablis as soon as I got home.
As I sat on the sofa, she placed the wine on the table in front of me. She then knelt and took off my shoes and put my slippers on my feet. At last I could relax, I was home.
‘Have you laid my clothes out for this evening?’ I asked.
‘Yes sir, I have pressed a shirt and your grey trousers and put your socks and boxers on the bed.’
‘Want you to wear the black dress, as usual for Friday Poker Night. Barelegged and no underwear and heels.’ She nodded and smiled as I was looking straight into her eyes. ‘Let’s go and have a shower.’
In the shower Fiona washed me all over then I watched as she washed her own body. After our shower I dried myself and Fiona dried herself and turned on the hairdryer. I put on my boxers and said ‘Join me in the punishment room in 15 minutes. Want you naked for your maintenance spanking this week’.
’Yes Sir’ she replied.
I went to the punishment room and took the Headmaster’s cane from its hook. Fiona duly arrived 15 minutes later. Hair dry and naked. I watched her come in and thought how lucky can a 60 year old man be? Am the disciplinarian to a pretty young 25 year old woman. As she approached, I saw her eyes glance to the cane, she bit her bottom lip nervously and blushed slightly.
I indicated she should lay across my lap. She positioned herself exactly as she had been trained. I began rubbing her bottom, getting the blood circulating nearer to the outer layers of skin. Then I gave her 4 hard slaps, 2 to each cheek. She flinched and tightened her buttocks. I knew she was keeping herself under control as I had taught her. She knew the cane was out and would be used if she kicked her legs, struggled, moved her bottom, moaned or cried. I then smacked each buttock in turn she counted each smack. I reached 20 and stopped. Rubbed each cheek and felt the warmth in my hand and watched the redness grow. Then I gave her another 30 getting harder and quicker, she counted in time to each smack.
After I had finished, I rubbed her cheeks and felt the burning heat in the palm of my hand.
‘Good girl. You have pleased me tonight. Now go and get ready as I have instructed you too.’
I got dressed as Fiona put her face on. While she did her hair and dressed, I went to check she had prepared the dinning room to my satisfaction for Poker Night with my son Ben and friends Tim and Dave. The girl had done well, everything was in place and laid out she knew I like it. I went into the kitchen to check the wine and beer fridge as Fiona joined me.
‘Everything ok Sir?’
‘Fiona you have not disappointed me, everything is perfect.’
Just then the doorbell sounded and Fiona went to the door.
First to arrive was Dave, my best friend 55 known in his day as the hard man of Romford. Good looking always dressed in a suit and tie. Fiona poured him a cold beer and me another Chablis as we chatted about his children and work. Next to arrive was Ben, my son who was over from Switzerland on a business trip which he had extended into the weekend. Fiona got him a red wine as we chatted about his day and he showed me photos of my grandson from his phone. Finally, Tim was there and I had not heard the bell at all. Tim already had a beer, so we sat down at the card table and had some banter between us on who was most likely to let their poker face lapse most during the evening.