A few years ago (pre-Covid) Tom and I were on holiday on a Greek Island. Tom had spanked me of course before we went out for dinner - I call it an appetiser - setting the mood for later.
On the way back from the Taverna along a very quiet stretch of shore leading to our tiny villa were a series of rocks promontories . We walked hand in hand and could swear we could hear a 'tap, tap, tap' - almost like a quickly dripping tap. We looked at each other and quietly made our way around one of the rocks outcrops.
There in the glare of an almost full moon we saw the origin of the sound. A middle aged lady in a black dress and a young woman, late teens I would guess. The lady (mother?) was say almost side on to us with the with the young woman laid over her lap, legs kicking but to no avail. She had her short skirt pulled up to her waist whilst the older woman's hand beat rhythmically up and down on the upturned bottom of the your woman. Her tiny panties gave her no protection.
Tom and I smiled at each other and watch for a good twofer three minutes whilst the spanking was administered, sobs not quite audible. As the spanking ceased, we quietly retraced our steps and waited a moment or two before proceeding passing the still crying young woman rubbing her backside coming around the far side of the rocks followed by her mother.
A case of the right place at the right time. We couldn't wait to get back to our abode and play out that scenario for ourselves. |