Some More European Spankings

Following on from yesterdays post I was pleased to discover another non-English language site today, strengher Lehrer (strict teacher). I found this on the links on the Chross Spanking Resources site so thanks to Chross. R Humphries’s German is little more proficient than his French but the translator tool is helpful. An all-round nice site and well worth a rummage.

Moving swiftly on to Spain for no other reason that it’s also in Europe today’s extracts from the Woody Back to School Unit saga finds the familiar bumbags of Debs Morton confronted with some new challenges when she finds herself being offered a proposal of marriage from her muscular Basque beau, Pablo.

The inspiration for this particular sequence of episodes came from an article I once read regarding an unsubstantiated claim that the famed matador Luis Miguel Dominguin threatened to spank Ava Gardner every night until she succumbed to his entreaties to marry him. Considering Ms Gardner’s reputation this claim is highly spurious as LMD would probably have been far safer in the bull-rings of Madrid than attempting to turn Ava over his knee. Nonetheless it made for good inspiration.

I hope you enjoy these rather disjointed extracts.

Pablo was recording at a cliff top studio overlooking El Vedra. Debs took advantage of the mild Catalonian winter climate to pound the beaches every morning in an effort to shed the few extra pounds she had put on over the past few weeks. In the afternoons and evenings she would sit on the floor of the studio bare-footed and cross-legged and watch as Pablo put the final touches to his new work. It was an idyllic and relaxing week.

On the evening before she was scheduled to leave they sat on the studio’s private patio, drinking rioja and throwing back Spanish oyster shooters made with a chilled but spicy gazpacho created from tomato, cucumber, red-pepper, onion, garlic and vodka.

It was nearly midnight when Pablo popped the question. Deborah was a little light-headed from wine and vodka. She giggled and called him foolish. He told her that he was serious.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she had laughed, “rock on, Pablo.”

The next thing she knew she was face down, arse up across his lap having her bottom pounded with his large hands.

“Now do you see that I am serious?” he asked when he had returned her to the upright.

Debs just gaped at him. “I’ll give it some urgent thought,” she promised.

Later Pablo invites Debs to lunch at a restaurant close to the Woody Back to School Unit. She has already has some premonition of the possible outcome of this meeting.

“Morning Ma’am,” Deborah greeted Jane Lummell. Debs was on the floor, her knees bent and her hands behind her head doing crunches.

“My, you’re enthusiastic this morning,” laughed her coach.

“I got a text from Pablo last night, he’s going to be up in the Smoke to finalize the artwork for his new CD, he wants to take me to lunch on Sunday,” said Debs cheerfully.

“Well that’s wonderful,” smiled Jane.

“Yeah,” said Debs. “We can have lunch at Monets and then I expect he’ll want to spank me.”

Jane took off her track-suit bottoms. “Why would that be?” she asked.

“I told him I’m not ready to marry him,” giggled Debs. “He says he’s going to spank me every-time we meet until I agree.”

Jane Lummell rolled her eyes. “Are you even taking his proposal seriously?”

Debs shook her head. “It’s silly, I hardly know him. Besides what do I know about being married? Since I was eleven I’ve been in boarding school, a slave to the tour and then in here. I’ve had a few boyfriends and lovers but that has hardly prepared me for a two up two down and a white picket fence.”

The two women set off at a trot. For the past seven years Jane Lummell had dedicated considerable time and energy to keeping Deborah in shape. They had grown close, so neither woman felt the least bit uncomfortable about discussing the Pablo Situation.

“I hook up with a Basque Flamenco musician and he turns out to be a raving spanko. What are the odds of that?”

“Maybe he’s not a raving spanko, he might just happen to like to spank you,” smiled Jane. “You have that effect on people.”

Debs frowned. “Do you like spanking me?” she demanded.

“It’s not a matter of like Deborah,” said Ms Lummell. “It’s more that you have this air about you that you would probably benefit from a damn good spanking.”

“Oh good fucking grief,” muttered Debs and began to accelerate.

Deborah’s spanking premonition proves to be eerily correct.

Debs hopped onto a bar-stool in the VIP bar of Monets. Oliver, the proprietor and chef, had slipped her in through a side-door so that she wouldn’t be pestered in the main dining room. She looked at her watch excitedly, in a few minutes Pablo was scheduled to arrive. She ordered a pomegranate martini.

Pablo showed Deborah the diamond ring.

She sighed. “It’s beautiful but I’ve told you darling, I’m not ready yet.”

He shrugged. “I have told you what I will do if you refuse.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “I’ve made the arrangements. Oliver says we can use his office upstairs. That way we’ll have some privacy.”

The Grand Master had given Debs dispensation to wear semi-clobber for her lunch date. She wore a white blouse and striped tie unfastened to show just a hint of cleavage. She had selected a pair of skin-tight pin-striped gaucho pants that she had tucked into a pair of distressed leather cowboy boots and a denim jacket with ‘D’ and ‘W’ embroidered on the breast pockets. She had applied subtle make-up that best showed off her open features. She wore her hair to her shoulders in a loose shag.

“Have you always been a spanko?” Debs asked.

Pablo laughed. “I had never given spanking a moment’s thought until I met you.”

“Oh,” said Deborah Morton.

Debs settled in across Pablo’s lap. They had agreed that the preliminary spanks would be delivered across the seat of her striped pants. Debs remembered from the incident in Ibiza that the buff Basque flamenco guitarist had hands like house-bricks and she wanted some time to warm into the spanking.

She felt her excitement rising as Pablo firmly maneuvered her into the correct position. He was immensely strong and it occurred to Deborah that she was absolutely incapable of making an escape even if she wanted to. With her bottom sticking up in the air she felt completely defenseless and helpless. It was a deliriously intoxicating sensation.

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