Millicent knew the exact moment she was in trouble. The appointment with the new massage therapist had started out perfectly normal and innocent enough: introductions, undressing and climbing onto the table, covering herself with a beautifully patterned sheet and waiting. Aria’s manner was friendly and professional, and Millicent had been drawn to the warmth in her clear brown eyes. She asked about any areas of tension, murmuring sympathetically when Millicent indicated her neck and shoulders were usually pretty tight. She started with a sea salt scrub, gently rubbing the fine salt crystals mixed with oil up and down Millicent’s back. The gentle scratching sensation made Millicent want to purr.
Then the therapist lay hot towels down over her back, letting the mixture steam as she moved down to work on Millicent’s legs and feet. When Aria removed the hot towels and began working oil into her shoulders and back, Millicent sighed in contentment. Aria had very strong hands, and she seemed to know exactly where to knead to release the tension in Millicent’s muscles.
As she worked, they chatted casually about the weather, Millicent’s job, and where she and her girlfriend had traveled to on their last vacation. New Age music, interspersed with the sound of ocean waves, played in the background. It was very relaxing. Then Aria lowered the sheet to work on Millicent’s hips, and suddenly everything changed.
It wasn’t quite a gasp, but there was definitely an indrawn breath, and Aria seemed to hesitate. That’s when Millicent remembered the tramlines. She and Kelsey had played with the cane a couple of days before, and she’d completely forgotten that there might still be bruises. She held her breath, wondering if the therapist would think she was some kind of pervert, and trying frantically to come up with some excuse for the odd markings. But what kind of excuse could she possibly give? Um…I sat down too hard on a….grill??
Fortunately Aria resumed the massage and continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She worked on Millicent’s hips and thighs, stretching out the muscles in her lower back. Millicent’s breathing began to regain its previous tempo. It appeared as if the therapist was going to behave as though she’d seen nothing unusual. She re-covered Millicent with the sheet and began working on her head, skillfully massaging her scalp, temple, and jaw muscles.
Millicent was nearly lulled to sleep as the massage was reaching its conclusion, and then Aria spoke again.
“So…,” she said casually, “I see someone has been a naughty girl.”
Suddenly Millicent was wide awake. She tensed, eyes popping open as she searched for some response. Because she was still lying on her tummy with her head in the face-cradle, all she could see was the gray patterned rug beneath her. “Er…I beg your pardon?”
“I expect it was your girlfriend – Kelsey, wasn’t it? Do you often give her reason to punish you?” There was a definite knowing tone in Aria’s voice now, and Millicent knew there would be no denying what she’d seen. Inventing an explanation would be pointless, because the therapist obviously recognized cane marks when she encountered them.
“I…I…” Millicent tried to rise, feeling suddenly very vulnerable, but she was kept in place by a very firm hand against her back.
“Be still.” The authoritative tone kept Millicent motionless. It was clear Aria had some experience of her own as a top. She walked slowly toward the end of the table, hand trailing over Millicent’s body as she did so. Then the hand left her, and Millicent hesitated over what to do next. Maybe she should stand up and say she was leaving? The change in Aria’s energy wasn’t frightening, but it was intimidating. As if she could read Millicent’s mind, the therapist spoke at that moment.
“Don’t even think of moving, young lady!”
Millicent gulped. She’d heard those words before, spoken in that same stern manner, from her girlfriend Kelsey, and it never boded well for her.
“Lift your hips, please.” Without thinking Millicent did as she was told, and felt a curiously firm pillow being placed underneath her. Now her bottom was raised higher in the air. Oh-oh. Then Millicent felt some pressure on her lower back, and heard some rustling noises coming from beneath the table. She realized suddenly she was being tied down in some way – her arms and legs could move, but she couldn’t lift herself off. A flare of apprehension arose, and she opened her mouth to protest.
“Now before you panic,” came Aria’s voice calmly, forestalling what she’d been about to say, “I will release you in just a few minutes. But not before I have administered some long overdue chastisement.” She patted Millicent’s bottom gently, then flipped back the sheet, baring it completely.
Millicent’s instinctive reaction was to rise, but she found she was held fast to the table. Her legs flailed half-heartedly before settling back down, and her hands rose to grip the edge of the table on either side of her head. She started to lift her head, and again felt the warmth of Aria’s palm between her shoulder blades.
“I don’t want you to lift your head up from that face cushion, do you understand me?” Her voice was low, somehow reassuring and stern at the same time.
“I…I don’t understand why you’re doing this,” Millicent said in a bewildered tone.
“No? What if I said that Kelsey phoned here with instructions as to the exact type of ‘physical therapy’ her naughty girl needed?”
Millicent gasped. “Kelsey? She wouldn’t!”
“Oh, she would indeed,” Aria assured her. She moved to stand next to Millicent’s hips, and Millicent felt a cool pressure on her left buttock. “Ready for your spanking?” Before Millicent could answer, Aria’s arm raised and came down with a swift smack on each of Millicent’s cheeks.
Millicent let out an exclamation of dismay. The slap felt very much like a stiff leather paddle, and the massage oil covering her body lent an extra sting to the swats which landed.
“Ow! That’s not fair!”
Aria laughed. “Fair? Trust me, it’s more than fair. This spanking is positively required!” The paddle sped up, landing ringing spanks on alternating cheeks in a way that caused the pain to build unbearably quickly.
“But I didn’t do anything wrong!” Millicent wailed. Her bum was on fire, and the previously relaxing massage was a distant memory.
Aria paused, the smooth leather surface coming to rest on Millicent’s cheek. “No? What about the stretching exercises you’re supposed to do every day?”
“I do them!” Millicent insisted.
“When?” The question hung in the air for a long time.
“Most of the time.” Silence. “Some of the time.” More silence. “I’m very busy!”
“That’s what I thought,” Aria said. She moved down to Millicent’s thighs and used the paddle in the same way, alternating firm whacks till the skin was covered in rosy circles.
“OW! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Millicent’s feet drummed the table.
“I don’t want to hear excuses from you, young lady!” Aria moved back up to Millicent’s bottom and began a series of swats that swept upwards and caught the sensitive underside of Millicent’s buttocks, causing the cheeks to bounce slightly with each punishing blow.
“No, ma’am!” Millicent had ceased arguing and braced herself for each swat. It always amazed her how much a spanking could HURT.
“You will do your exercises daily, as you promised Kelsey you would,” Aria said sternly. She had changed her spanking rhythm once more, and was covering Millicent’s rear in quick swats that circled her entire bum.
“Yes, ma’am, I will!”
“You will listen to your girlfriend, because she knows what’s best for you,” Aria continued. She reached for Millicent’s right cheek, and spread her open slightly. Millicent nearly groaned aloud with embarrassment, but then immediately forgot about being so exposed when Aria began landing sharp smacks to her inner cheeks.
Millicent couldn’t help but whimper and squirm. She always dreaded it when Kelsey aimed for that area, and it was apparent Aria also knew how tender the skin was there, as the paddle cracked down repeatedly. Millicent could see red flashes of light behind her tightly shut eyelids each time the stiff leather scorched her most sensitive spots. Even after the therapist released her hold on Millicent’s cheek, the pain continued to throb where her two cheeks met, increasing her torment as they rubbed against each other.
“And when Kelsey says you’re to be punished, you will obey her instructions, and take it like a good girl instead of arguing with her.”
A spanking usually put Millicent in a submissive frame of mind, but this was too much.
“Are you kidding?! Did she tell you to say that?! I mean, OW, OW, yes, ma’am! I will, I will!” At her impertinent reply, Aria had begun concentrating her swats on Millicent’s vulnerable sit spots – one on each cheek, and one very hard one right up the middle. She repeated this pattern several times in slow, unrelenting whacks, and each one was an explosion of pain. Millicent had never been so sore. She crossed her feet at the ankles and braced her entire body, eyes shut tight in agony. Fortunately, Aria paused at that point.
“Now that,” she said with satisfaction, “is a well-spanked bottom.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Millicent agreed, wincing. She was sure her butt was glowing bright red.
“And yet,” Aria continued in a musing tone, “you’ll no doubt be bratting Kelsey again at the earliest opportunity.”
“No, ma’am,” Millicent said emphatically.
“Oh, I think you will. You, young lady, are the kind of brat that simply can’t help yourself. In fact, you enjoy the results of your disobedience!”
“No, ma’am, I promise I—” Millicent’s sincere declarations of how much she hated being punished were forestalled as Aria touched something on the side of the pillow under Millicent’s hips, and suddenly it began thrumming. It took several seconds before Millicent realized what was happening. It couldn’t be…a vibrating pillow!? Her consternation was complete. What kind of evil top would—
“Kelsey told me,” came Aria’s voice, softly, suggestively, “that she was quite certain her brat could probably reach a climax from spanking alone. I expressed some doubt, but she was pretty persuasive.”
In spite of herself, Millicent found her breathing speeding up. Here she was, lying naked and bared to the waist, with her bottom raised high in the air. A bottom which had just been roasted to a turn by an unbelievably skillful top.
“I’m sure if Kelsey could see you now, she would have something to say about this situation,” Aria continued, her voice getting husky. “She’d probably take you right off this table and over her lap, don’t you think?”
Millicent groaned nearly inaudibly. Kelsey probably would do exactly that! In fact, Millicent felt almost as if her girlfriend could see her now. The pillow vibrating beneath her throbbed against her mons insistently, and Millicent could feel how slick she was getting between her legs.
“She wouldn’t care that you had an audience, that a perfect stranger would witness you being upended and spanked. All she would care about is making sure her naughty girl got exactly what she deserved, wouldn’t she?” Suddenly Millicent felt Aria’s hand slapping down, curving slightly as it swatted her sore cheeks.
“You might protest that you were innocent, that you had no control over the situation, but it wouldn’t do any good, would it?” The spanks continued relentlessly. “Kelsey would enjoy the whimpers and cries coming from her naughty girl, would enjoy seeing her red rump bouncing with every whack of her strong palm!”
Each smack against her sore backside pushed Millicent up against the vibrating pillow beneath her, her hips thrusting and her nipples rubbing against the cloth-covered massage table. Tingles ran up and down her body. She was getting so close.
“In fact, perhaps Kelsey wouldn’t stop until her girlfriend was in tears, actually crying like a well-spanked little girl would do, hmm?” The swats got quicker, echoing in the room till Millicent’s ears were ringing with the sound of her own bottom being noisily smacked.
“Would that be what you needed, young lady? To be spanked till you were begging her to stop? Till you were so sore you couldn’t sit comfortably for days?”
“Oh god!” With a heartfelt moan Millicent came, overwhelmed by the barrage of sensation, of sounds and slaps and the friction against all of her most sensitive places. The climax shook her entire body and seemed to go on forever.
The spanking immediately stopped, and then the pillow was turned off. Silence reigned as Millicent slowly regained her breath. Suddenly, Kelsey’s face appeared beneath her, smiling up through the opening in the face-cushion.
“How was that fantasy, Hon? Pretty good, huh?”
Despite having barely emerged from the throws of orgasm, Millicent found herself laughing helplessly. “That was totally unbelievable, and you know it! No professional massage therapist would ever molest a client like that!”
Kelsey grinned, and leaned forward to gently kiss her lover’s lips. “Oh, I don’t know….I think I played the part rather convincingly! You seemed pretty caught up in the scenario, I have to say!”
Millicent struggled to rise. “Get this off me! What did you tie me down with, anyway?”
“The belt from your bathrobe,” Kelsey said, giggling. “Pretty inventive, if I do say so myself!” She released Millicent and helped her to sit up. Millicent took her into her arms and they shared a long kiss.
“Darling? This was a brilliant idea. It’s the best Christmas gift we’ve ever exchanged!” Kelsey patted the massage table admiringly.
“You think so? Just wait! It’s your turn next.” There was a wealth of promise in Millicent’s tone.
Kelsey looked slightly alarmed. “Okay, but it doesn’t have to be right this second, does it? After all, we have the rest of the night!”
“Nope,” Millicent contradicted her solemnly. “We have the rest of our lives.”
Kelsey’s face softened instantly and her eyes grew tender. “You got that right, my beautiful love. Merry Christmas, Darling.”
“Merry Christmas, Baby.”