A Licking for a Licking

We had a friend with us over the weekend, a sassy girl with quite an appetite for being spanked. The three of us didn’t just stay home all the time, swinging implements (or having implements swung at us): we went to see how the Duchess of Northumberland was getting on with her new garden in Alnwick.

The garden is looking great: it has lots of fun things in it, like the world’s biggest treehouse, a poison garden (we were particularly impressed by healthy-looking cannabis plants growing in their own individual cages), and the most fabulous fountains and water sculptures.

Obviously, our friend and I couldn’t help speculating whether Abel could be improved by being dropped into a fountain. We didn’t exactly discuss it out loud, but winked and gestured at each other behind his back, and reached the decision that he could definitely use a dip. Alas, Abel – in an uncharacteristic flash of insightfulness – crushed our scheme.

He turned around, took us by the shoulders – a shoulder each – and said: “If you make me get even a little bit wet, you will both get the cane when we’re home.” Our friend gave him a bright, innocent smile, then poked out her tongue and gave him a long, wet lick on the arm. Abel stayed serious for long enough to say: “You’re getting a caning.” After that we collapsed in giggles.

I congratulated myself for being out of the line of fire – because surely, nothing I did would live up to the licking our friend gave Abel, and the one she was going to get at home – but it wasn’t all over for me. In the wooded part of the garden we wandered upon a secluded clearing a handy bench in it. The benches there are all very pretty, and are begging to be sat on. So, Abel did that. Characteristically, instead of letting me sit next to him, he pulled me over his lap and set about spanking me – quite hard, I’ll have you know. I had been careless enough to wear a skirt; Abel reached underneath it and tugged down my panties.

Our friend, a very shy girl, looked more horrified than I felt. She helpfully stood guard on the path while I got my first bare-bottom spanking in a public garden. It was short, stingy, a little scary and very tasty. A few smacks later Abel pulled my panties back up, smoothed down my skirt, and we continued our walk. (And if you’re wondering how outrageous Abel’s behaviour was, bear in mind that this garden gets over a hundred thousand visitors a year, and many of them appeared to be there on the day.)

When we got home, our friend’s licking turned out to consist of 24-of-the-best with three different canes, but we shall keep from posting details of that to spare her modesty.