Spanking Stewardesses — Part 1

Yes, they used to be called stewardesses, back in the day. Now, of course, they are “flight attendants” and no longer exclusively female. But in the swingin’ sixties there was this erotic undertone to the occupation. Sort of a Mad Men vibe. Stewardesses, who were almost uniformly attractive, were rumored to be adventurous when it came to amorous hook-ups. They wore high heels, short tight skirts and blouses and had those little pill box hats. The standard fantasy was that a good looking passenger could score a date on a layover and get lucky. I recall one airline out of California, Pacific Southwest, actually had their “stews” (yes, they were called that) wear boots and pink hot pants. Continental ran an ad that said “We move our tails for you.” Is there any wonder then, that in this Mad Men-like atmosphere the old master, Will Henry, would write them into an erotic spanking novel? He did and this one is a tour-de-force of mixed spanking and sex scenes.

This book runs the gamut on erotic spanking. We have M/F, F/F and F/M. Over the next several months I’m going to post several excerpts because it is classic pulp fiction. Here is the first part to get us started. Six women share an apartment. How do they maintain order and discipline? Let’s peek in and see.  spastewbig

SPANKING STEWARDESSES by Will Henry

CHAPTER I

The early evening flight from Miami to New York City was exactly on time, and the lights of the city were clearly visible as the big jet went into its landing pattern. “This is one time I wish we were late!” stewardess Connie Davis remarked to her fellow stewardess and roommate, Sharon Clark.

Sharon nodded sympathetically. “Sometimes I wish we’d taken an apartment by ourselves,” she replied.

“Well, it’s our own fault for agreeing to go along with that system anyway!” Connie said. At twenty-three, Connie was a pretty petite blonde of 5’3” with an attractive figure and vivacious personality, she had finished two years of college and had worked at various jobs before deciding to become a stewardess.

“You mean it’s our own fault for oversleeping,” Sharon corrected her. “If we’d gotten up on time, we would have had plenty of time to straighten up the apartment before catching our flight!” A tall, striking brunette who stood 5’9” in her stocking feet and barely came within the airline’s height regulations, Sharon was also twenty-three and had likewise finished two years of college.

The two girls were referring to the system used by them and their four roommates to maintain order in the large apartment they all shared on the East side of Manhattan. The other four young women were Eleanor Scott, a tall, brunette 29-year-old high school teacher; Jackie Parker, a redheaded 27-year-old secretary; Kathy Blake, a cute stewardess with another airline; and Debbie Richards, a pert honey blonde of nineteen who worked as a salesgirl.

When the six young women had begun boarding together about six months ago, the conditions in the apartment soon became chaotic. No one did any chores and everyone constantly got in each other’s way, constantly borrowing each other’s clothes and forgetting such courtesies as relaying phone messages. A couple of the girls monopolized the telephone and several would spend hours in the bathroom while others were waiting. Even worse, there was open competition for any date who happened to call at the apartment, and several girls always made a point of being seen in their shortest skirts whenever another girl’s date was seated in the living room. There were also a number of minor grievances.

After several violent arguments, the girls had finally gotten together and held a council of war. They drew up an extremely detailed code of conduct for all the girls to abide by, which included a system of dividing up the chores between the six of them. Several methods of enforcing the rules were discussed, and after heated discussion it was agreed that there was only one guaranteed way to enforce the rules: spanking.

The idea of punishing offenders by spanking had originally been suggested by Kathy. The pretty auburn haired stewardess admitted that her parents had kept her in line with old fashioned spanking throughout her teenage years, and remarked that a hot bare bottom spanking was the one sure way to make a girl think twice. When a couple of the girls expressed surprise at the idea of spanking a teenage girl, Kathy candidly described her parent’s methods. Even when she was a well developed young lady of eighteen, her parents never hesitated to escort her to the master bedroom for a workout with the hairbrush.

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In the bedroom her father would sit on the side of the bed and take her face down over his lap. Her mother would then raise her skirt and slip to the waist in back, unhook her stockings and would then lower her girdle and panties. After a brief lecture which she had to endure with her bare bottom on display, her father would take an old fashioned wooden hairbrush and proceed to set her buttocks aflame. Kathy readily admitted that she had never been able to take one of those hairbrush spankings without crying and kicking her legs.

Kathy’s suggestion was quickly adopted by Jackie and Debbie. Although she had had no prior experience, Jackie had read a number of accounts in various romance magazines about young women who shared apartments and employed paddlings to keep one another in line. From their accounts, the attractive secretary had concluded that such a system was both sophisticated and effective. For her part, Debbie had been paddled severely several times going through high school initiations, and assured her roommates that the mere threat of being paddled would be enough to make her follow the apartment rules to the letter.

Although neither had had any prior experience and both were quite skeptical, Connie and Sharon had voted to go alone with the other three mainly because they couldn’t think of any effective alternative. As it turned out, the only one who voted against spanking was Eleanor, who at twenty-nine was the oldest of the group and who felt that paddling was rather undignified for young women of their age. However, Eleanor assured the others that she had no intention of being a poor sport about it, and agreed that she would go along with their new system at least on a trial basis.

“Well, it may be our fault for oversleeping,” Connie replied as the plane gilded down the runway. “But it’s also our fault for agreeing that all spankings should be on the bare!”

“Don’t even mention that!” Sharon replied, gulping heavily.

Once the six roommates had agreed that spanking was to be the method of discipline, a violent disagreement had broken out. Everyone had quickly agreed that a couple of decorative red maple paddles the girls owned were the appropriate instruments for correction. However, the two older girls, Eleanor and Jackie, had vehemently insisted that all offenders should be permitted to retain at least their panties during the workouts. On the other hand, Kathy and Debbie had insisted that bare bottom paddling was the only way to get results. After considerable discussion, Connie and Sharon had sided with the two younger girls and bare bottom paddling was established by a 4-2 vote.

“Well, here we are!” Connie remarked with a note of finality as the plane polled up to the terminal.

The two pretty stewardesses stepped up to their stations as the passengers began to disembark. Both girls tried to smile and be pleasant, but both found it considerably difficult. When tie last passenger had departed from the plane, the girls went inside to check their mail slots for future flight instructions. To their relief, both found that they weren’t scheduled to fly again for several days.

“Why don’t we stop for a drink even if we are still wearing our uniforms?” Connie suggested as they left the terminal.

“Definitely!” Sharon agreed. The longlegged brunette already looked slightly pale and apprehensive at the prospect of meeting her roommates. From what had happened in the past, she was quite sure that their four roommates would be waiting for them with paddles in hand the minute they walked in the door.

A few minutes later the two young women were seated in a quiet lounge. Business was slack and they attracted little attention from the customers at the bar. Although both normally drank only sparingly, this time each ordered a dry martini.

“I really dread this!” Connie shook her blonde head, taking a deep puff on her cigarette.

“It had to happen sooner or later,” Sharon replied. “After all, we’re the only two who have missed it so far.”

“Yes, let’s see, it was Eleanor of all people who got it first!” Connie recalled.

Both vividly remembered that first paddling session. Although she had originally opposed the disciplinary session and had been careful to abide by all the rules they had established, Eleanor had overlooked doing her share of the chores and thereby became the first victim of the new system. Sentenced to fifteen swats by her roommates, the tall brunette blushed furiously and blinked back tears of shame as she hoisted her skirts, lowered her girdle and panties and bent over the back of a chair with her plump wide hips sticking up vulnerably.

Gathering around their hapless victim with bemused smiles, the five girls divided the fifteen swats evenly between them. Eleanor shrieked with each splat of the hard maple paddle against her tender buttocks and, as her bottom turned a fiery red on both cheeks, was soon tearfully pleading with the girls to take it easy on her. Everyone ignored her pleas, however, and all fifteen swats were applied with resounding effect. Before it was over the long-legged schoolteacher was sobbing heavily, squirming her scarlet hips furiously and stamping her high heels miserably on the floor. Afterwards, she had been red-eyed and quite miserable for some time and, although she proved a good sport about it, had warned the others that they wouldn’t think it so amusing when their turn came.

“That’s right,” Sharon replied. “Then, the following week, Jackie and Kathy both got it at the same time!”

The two girls had been convicted of repeatedly flirting with fellows who had dates with their roommates. Pretty redheaded Jackie had quite shapely legs, and always made certain that fellows who called at the apartment were made fully aware of her charms. On several occasions she had been detected sitting in the living room wearing an extremely short skirt and seated with her legs carelessly crossed to reveal stocking tops and a glimpse of white thigh. Kathy had also committed the same offense.

As a result, two chairs had been placed side by side in the living room and the two attractive young women had been compelled to bend over the back of them—skirts up and panties at half-mast. Each received twenty swats with the paddle. Jackie squealed with each application of the paddle to her rotund posterior, and several times had to be forcefully warned not to reach back to protect her reddening bottom. She was in tears long before the session came to a halt, and was bawling and sagging weakly over the back of the chair when the final swat was administered.

With her home background in corporal punishment, Kathy did her best to show the others that she could take it. However, as the paddles set her buxom posterior aflame, the shapely young stewardess soon lost her self-control and began squealing and squirming as much as her companion in distress. Before long she was gasping and sobbing and pleading to be spared. By the time the final whack descended against her flaming and blistering bottom, Kathy was sobbing just as heavily as Jackie and girls and bare bottom paddling was established by a 4-2 vote.

“Well, here we are!” Connie remarked with a note of finality as the plane palled up to the terminal.

Hie two pretty stewardesses stepped up to their stations as the passengers began to disembark. Both girls tried to smile and be pleasant, but both found it considerably difficult. When tie last passenger had departed from the plane, the girls went inside to check their mail slots for future flight instructions. To their relief, both found that they weren’t scheduled to fly again for several days.

“Why don’t we stop for a drink even if we are still wearing our uniforms?” Connie suggested as they left the terminal.

“Definitely!” Sharon agreed. The longlegged brunette already looked slightly pale and apprehensive at the prospect of meeting her roommates. From what had happened in the past, she was quite sure that their four roommates would be waiting for them with paddles in hand the minute they walked in the door.

A few minutes later the two young women were seated in a quiet lounge. Business was slack and they attracted little attention from the customers at the bar. Although both normally drank only sparingly, this time each ordered a dry martini.

“I really dread this!” Connie shook her blonde head, taking a deep puff on her cigarette.

“It had to happen sooner or later,” Sharon replied. “After all, we’re the only two who have missed it so far.”

“Yes, let’s see, it was Eleanor of all people who got it first!” Connie recalled.

Both vividly remembered that first paddling session. Although she had originally opposed the disciplinary session and had been careful to abide by all the rules they had established, Eleanor had overlooked doing her share of the chores and thereby became the first victim of the new system. Sentenced to fifteen swats by her roommates, the tall brunette blushed furiously and blinked back tears of shame as she hoisted her skirts, lowered her girdle and panties and bent over the back of a chair with her plump wide hips sticking up vulnerably.

Gathering around their hapless victim with bemused smiles, the five girls divided the fifteen swats evenly between them. Eleanor shrieked with each splat of the hard maple paddle against her tender buttocks and, as her bottom turned a fiery red on both cheeks, was soon tearfully pleading with the girls to take it easy on her. Everyone ignored her pleas, however, and all fifteen swats were applied with resounding effect. Before it was over the long-legged schoolteacher was sobbing heavily, squirming her scarlet hips furiously and stamping her high heels miserably on the floor. Afterwards, she had been red-eyed and quite miserable for some time and, although she proved a good sport about it, had warned the others that they wouldn’t think it so amusing when their turn came.

“That’s right,” Sharon replied. “Then, the following week, Jackie and Kathy both got it at the same time!”

The two girls had been convicted of repeatedly flirting with fellows who had dates with their roommates. Pretty redheaded Jackie had quite shapely legs, and always made certain that fellows who called at the apartment were made fully aware of her charms. On several occasions she had been detected sitting in the living room wearing an extremely short skirt and seated with her legs carelessly crossed to reveal stocking tops and a glimpse of white thigh. Kathy had also committed the same offense.

As a result, two chairs had been placed side by side in the living room and the two attractive young women had been compelled to bend over the back of them—skirts up and panties at half-mast. Each received twenty swats with the paddle. Jackie squealed with each application of the paddle to her rotund posterior, and several times had to be forcefully warned not to reach back to protect her reddening bottom. She was in tears long before the session came to a halt, and was bawling and sagging weakly over the back of the chair when the final swat was administered.

With her home background in corporal punishment, Kathy did her best to show the others that she could take it. However, as the paddles set her buxom posterior aflame, the shapely young stewardess soon lost her self-control and began squealing and squirming as much as her companion in distress. Before long she was gasping and sobbing and pleading to be spared. By the time the final whack descended against her flaming and blistering bottom, Kathy was sobbing just as heavily as Jackie and the two of them made an unforgettable picture with their scarlet buttocks draped over the backs of the two chairs.

“And after that, it was Debbie’s turn!” Connie continued reminiscing as they sipped their drinks.

Debbie had tried her best to comply with the rules they had established, but she couldn’t shake her habit of borrowing other girls’ clothes without permission. As a result, the shapely nineteen-year-old had been sentenced to fifteen swats with the paddle. Crying softly but making no protest, the pretty honey blonde reluctantly dropped her trim slacks and panties to her ankles and anxiously bent over the chair as directed. As the paddles set her cute bottom afire, the pretty teenager howled with pain and wriggled girlishly. When she replaced her panties and slacks afterwards, she was sobbing and looked thoroughly distraught.

“And now it’s our turn!” Sharon remarked with a catch in her voice.

The two pretty stewardesses paid their bill and anxiously headed for their apartment. The drinks had done little to fortify them, and both of them felt quite weak in the knees.

CHAPTER II

As Connie and Sharon had expected, their four roommates were waiting for them the minute they walked in the door. Both swallowed hard and paled slightly when they saw the two plain wooden chairs placed side by side in the center of the room. As usual on such occasions, the lights in the apartment were all turned on brightly.

“Come in, girls!” Eleanor told them with a trace of sarcasm in her voice. Holding one of the paddles in her hand, the tall brunette schoolteacher was seated in an easy chair with her shapely legs crossed. Wearing a navy blue business suit, she looked quite severe with her horn-rimmed glasses and tightly done up hair.

Seated on a hassock at one side of the room, Debbie was holding the other paddle in her hand and smacking it lightly against her open palm. The pert teenager was wearing a short white mini-dress that barely covered her hips, together with black pantyhose. She gave the two newcomers a knowing smile that made it ever so plain that she could hardly wait to put them through their paces. Neither had to be told how humiliating it would be to have to submit to discipline from the saucy teenager.

Jackie and Kathy were seated beside one another on the couch with their nyloned legs crossed prettily. Both smiled and made no effort to conceal their amusement as Sharon and Connie apprehensively closed the door and walked into the room. It had been Sharon and Connie’s complaints about their flirtatious tactics that had led to Jackie and Kathy’s paddling session, and the latter two young women could hardly wait to gain some revenge.

“Let us explain, girls…” Connie anxiously began only to be drowned about by laughter.

“We’ve been waiting three days for you two!” Eleanor told them. “You couldn’t possibly have left this place in a bigger mess!”

“We were late for our flight!” Sharon tried to explain.

“Clothes all over the floor!” Eleanor went on, ignoring the interruption. “Beds not made. A ring in the bathtub. Hair spray and other things out in the bathroom. Dirty coffee cups in the kitchen. You even took a pair of my hose.”

“No, I couldn’t!” Sharon started to protest but stopped short. She had been in such a hurry that anything was possible.

“It’s time you two took your medicine!” Debbie remarked, continuing to smack the paddle ominously against the palm of her hand.

“The four of us have talked it over,” Eleanor continued. “You are to each receive twenty swats!”

“Twenty!” the two girls burst out simultaneously. Neither had really expected that many.

“Oh, please, be reasonable!” Sharon pleaded. “We didn’t do it on our purpose! We would have straightened up everything, but we just didn’t have time!”

“Please!” Connie echoed her companion. “We overslept and we just didn’t have time!”

Kathy and Jackie smiled and tittered at the girls’ distress, and even Eleanor looked momentarily amused.

“The sentence is to be carried out immediately!” Eleanor told them. “So get ready and make it snappy!”

“Please, let us at least take our uniforms off!” Sharon pleaded, trying to stall the inevitable.

“No, no!” Eleanor told them. “We’ve already been waiting long enough! Now hurry up or we’ll add some penalty swats!”

The two young women looked haplessly at the other girls, hoping to find someone who might be the least bit sympathetic. But the others merely smiled knowingly at them and made it obvious that they were up against a united front.

“Hurry up!” Eleanor warned again.

With a resigned sigh, Sharon capitulated and reached down to roll up her green uniform skirt. As the others watched, she rolled the skirt up to reveal long, shapely legs and the tops of her dark brown stockings. Following Sharon’s example, Connie blushingly reached down with both hands and began rolling up her skirt, revealing pretty legs outlined in sheer beige hose.

“Roll them up nice and tight!” Jackie instructed them with a knowing wink at Kathy. Both of them could well recall how Connie and Sharon had insisted on their rolling their skirts up tightly when they had been punished.

“Clear to the waist!” Kathy added, refusing to give her fellow stewardesses a break.

Looking quite shamefaced, Sharon continued rolling her skirt up to reveal a gap of sleek white thigh and a snugfitting girdle of Lycra spandex. At the same time, Connie rolled her uniform skirt up to reveal pretty nyloned thighs and a formfitting white pantie girdle. As the other girls snickered and looked thoroughly delighted, the two pretty stewardesses blushed deeply as they stood there with their skirts rolled up in that ridiculous fashion.

“Unhook your hose!” Eleanor instructed. “But don’t let your skirts down!”

Pressing their arms against their sides to hold their rolled up skirts in position, the two hapless young women leaned forward to unfasten their nylons. As the others watched with obvious amusement, they managed to unsnap their supporters and allowed their stockings to sag limply down their bare white legs.

“Girdles next!” Eleanor instructed.

With a hapless moan, Sharon yanked down her girdle with one quick motion, bringing her panties down along with it. The tuft of dark brown hair at the fork of her legs was visible for a moment before she hastily lowered her skirt in front to cover herself. At the same time, Connie reluctantly lowered her pantie girdle to the knees, likewise displaying her girlish charms for a brief moment before lowering her skirt in front. Both girls were scarlet with embarrassment and tears of shame were welling in their eyes.

“Over the chairs!” Debbie called out.

“Please!” Connie broke in, her lip trembling.

“Come on!” Eleanor spoke up, getting to her feet and pointing toward the chairs with her paddle.

Haplessly, the two young women reluctantly bent over the backs of the two chairs with their skirts up in back and their bare bottoms jutting out horribly exposed in back. Grinning expectantly, the other girls stood up to inspect the quivering targets. Although they had seen the others positioned in this manner, the full humiliation of having to turn oneself up completely bare for a paddling did not strike the two comely stewardesses until they felt the other girl’s eyes on their plump, rounded bare bottoms. Their knees buckling slightly under them, both girls blinked back tears of shame and instinctively held their pretty legs pressed tightly together.

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Holding their paddles, Eleanor and Debbie moved into position behind the two victims while Jackie and Kathy watched closely. Standing behind and to the left of Sharon, Eleanor pressed the paddle lightly against the latter’s tender bottom. Standing in the same position behind Connie, Debbie rubbed the paddle lightly against Connie’s softly rounded bottom. The pretty blonde shriveled apprehensively.

“Tighten up!” Debbie commanded sweetly.

Connie wriggled with shame as she complied with the humiliating order.

“You too, Sharon!” Eleanor called out.

Moaning with mortification, Sharon haplessly tightened the muscles in her pretty bottom as she anxiously awaited the paddle. Debbie and Eleanor drew the paddles back, paused for a moment while the two pretty victims tensed with fear and anticipation, and then brought the paddles down against the exposed targets. WHACK!

“OW!” Connie and Sharon shrieked in unison, jerking their heads back and involuntarily bending their knees as the paddles smacked noisily against their tender bottoms. As the paddles were drawn back, all four bottom cheeks appeared slightly pink.

Pausing for a long moment to let the full effect of each smack set in, Debbie and Eleanor applied the second swat to the girls’ upturned bottoms.

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“Ow, please!” Sharon shrieked. The paddle stung considerably more than she had expected, and she was already beginning to wonder how she could possibly stand twenty swats on the bare. Without thinking about what she was doing, she automatically reached back with her hands to protect herself.

“Take your hands away!” Eleanor demanded. “And stay in position until we’re through with you!”

“Please, it hurts!” Sharon pleaded, her eyes filled with tears as she settled back into position.

After another significant pause, Debbie and Eleanor applied the third whack to the girls’ reddening bottoms.

“Ow! Oooh, please!” Connie cried out, twisting her pert bottom furiously as the paddle stung across both cheeks. Although the paddle smarted and prickled something awful, the humiliation of being put through her paces by a saucy teenager was even worse as far as Connie was concerned.

“Stay in place!” Debbie bossily demanded, carefully taking aim with the paddle once again.

As the fourth whack descended against their smarting bottoms, both young women broke down in tears.

“Please, not so hard!” Sharon pleaded with a note of desperation in her voice.

“Ouch! It hurts!” Connie protested, her voice catching.

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By the time Debbie and Eleanor applied the fifth smack, both girls’ bottoms were fire red on each side and they were both crying and gasping for breath. As they tearfully remained in position over the chairs with their red bottoms jackknifed upward, the paddles were turned over to Jackie and Kathy. Jackie stepped up behind Sharon while Kathy got into position behind Connie.

“Please—not very hard!” Connie turned her tearstained face back to plead with Kathy. “I’m already burning up!”

“Take it easy, please!” Sharon breathlessly pleaded with Jackie. “Please, Jackie!”

Ignoring the girls’ pleas, Jackie and Kathy got a good grip on their paddles and took careful aim at the rosy targets. WHACK!

“OWWWW!” Sharon and Connie squealed as the paddles smacked crisply against their red and burning bottoms. Both twisted frantically and tried to stamp their feet, but their lowered girdles got in their way. Knowing what the girls were going through, the other four young women grinned knowingly as the two pretty young stewardesses got their first taste of their apartment discipline.

“Make them hot, girls!” Debbie urged.

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Taking plenty of time about it to make it all the worse for the two crying victims, Jackie and Kathy applied another noisy smack to the scarlet targets. Connie and Sharon shrieked and jerked their heads back. By this time neither could resist the temptation to put her hands behind her to protect herself.

“Get your hands down, both of you!” Jackie insisted, poking at Sharon’s hands with the paddle.

“Oh, please, not so hard!” Sharon tearfully begged, removing her hands with the greatest reluctance.

“Please, take it easy!” Connie begged, once again turning her tearstained face back to plead with Kathy as she reluctantly withdrew her hands from her smarting bottom.

WHACK! Jackie and Kathy applied the next swats even harder to get their point across. Squealing with distress, the two girls twisted their fiery bottoms frantically while Eleanor and Debbie watched with knowing smiles. When Jackie and Kathy finished applying five swats to their respective victims, Connie and Sharon were sobbing heavily and sagging over the backs of the chairs with their bottoms a flaming scarlet on both cheeks. Both were certain that they couldn’t possibly stand any more and tearfully pleaded to be spared.

“Pleeeeeese, stop! Pleeeeeese! I can’t stand it!” Sharon breathlessly pleaded between sobs.

“No more, please!” Connie likewise pleaded. “I can’t take any more! Please. Oh, please, I’m simply burning up!”

The paddles were handed back to Eleanor and Debbie. This time Eleanor stationed herself behind Connie, while Debbie got into position behind Sharon.

“Tighten those buns, honey!” Debbie instructed in an amused voice.

Sharon’s long legs nearly buckled her at the humiliating command from the bossy teenager. Feeling everyone’s eyes on her red bottom, she felt deep mortification as she haplessly complied with the embarrassing order. “Please! Please!” she tried to protest but gave way to fresh sobs.

WHACK!

“Eeekk!” Connie and Sharon both emitted a high-pitched shriek as the paddles once again smacked against their throbbing and burning bottoms.

“Pleeeeeese! Oh, pleeeseee!” Connie pleaded desperately, her pretty legs sagging weakly under her.

Slowly and methodically, Eleanor and Debbie applied four additional swats to the girls’ upturned bottoms. Each fresh application produced a pained shriek and furious wriggles, and the two pretty stewardesses sobbed and pleaded throughout. After fifteen swats from the hard maple paddles, the two young women’s attractive buttocks were a flaming red all over and beginning to swell just a little. It was readily apparent that neither would be able to sit comfortably for several days.

“Please, stop! Please!” they both pleaded in unison as once again the paddles were handed back to Jackie and Kathy. This time it was Kathy’s turn to paddle Sharon, while Jackie stationed herself behind Connie’s flaming bottom.

WHACK! WHACK! Kathy and Jackie began applying the final five swats to the girls’ throbbing and aching bottoms.

“OUCH! Oh, please! OW! I can’t stand it! OH! OUCH! OH, God, please stop! Oooh!” Sharon shrieked hoarsely as Kathy’s paddle smacked resoundingly against her burning bottom.

“OOHHH! OUCH! OH! Pleeeeeeeeeese Pleeeeeese! OW! OWWW! OUCH! Stop! please!” Connie howled and yelped between sobs as Jackie put the paddle to her smarting nates with expert wrist-snapping motions.

At last the ordeal came to an end. Sobbing and nearly in hysterics, Connie and Sharon hastily stepped out of their underthings and retreated to the bathroom. Quickly peeling off their clothes, the two crying girls began splashing cold water upon their burning and blistered buttocks. It was quite awhile before either noticed any relief, and both could tell that it was going to be quite some time before they recovered from their first workouts with the paddle. Both were still sniffling and red-eyed from crying when they emerged from the bathroom some thirty minutes later with their throbbing bottoms thoroughly covered with cold cream.

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5 responses to “Spanking Stewardesses — Part 1

  1. This brings back Memories and shows my age. I actually had that paperback and many other Will Henry books back in the day. He is one of my favorite writers.

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  2. Yes I did too. There were several versions put out at different times by different publishers.

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  3. There’s a duplicate section of text before and after the first set of double pictures.

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