Strictly Spanked 6: Age Gap

She is older. She knows exactly what she is doing. And she has been watching the younger woman long enough to know what she needs.

The younger woman does not know yet. That is the charge.

This is a book about the age gap and what it produces … not power in the crude sense, but the specific erotic quality of experience meeting discovery. The older woman has been doing this for years. She knows the look of a young woman who needs managing. She knows the specific quality of someone who has never been handled properly and whose body is waiting, without knowing it is waiting, for someone with the knowledge and the authority to do it. She sees it from across a dinner table, across a desk, in a sitting room, in an office, across a Tuscan terrace. She sees it and she acts on it. The younger woman’s response is not what she expected it to be.

You know what this book contains. The skirt raised and the knickers drawn down before the first stroke lands. The colour arriving on pale skin. The arousal the younger woman did not anticipate, urgent and specific and impossible to pretend is not happening. The older woman’s arousal present from the moment the knickers came down, felt in her own body with every stroke she gives. The gap between the two spankings … days or weeks … in which the younger woman carries the heat in her skin and the memory in her body and arrives, through honesty, at the decision to go back. The second spanking with full undressing, the dynamic established, the younger woman knowing what she has chosen. Every sex scene fully written. Every orgasm from the inside. Nothing faded to black.

What changes in every story is the specific situation that brings these two women together and the specific charge the age gap produces in it. A landlady and her tenant, the router reset deliberately, the hairbrush, the corner twice with hands on head. A senior partner and the junior who lied on her CV, the closed office, the skirt raised over the desk chair. A psychotherapist who offers something she has offered before, a teacher who has been carrying something for years. A client who keeps missing deadlines and the arts foundation director who addresses the behaviour directly. A school teacher and the former pupil who was always going to come back. A personal trainer who names every missed session in every stroke. A woman who sorts out the finances and names every avoidance in the first spanking, good girls get rewarded as well as addressed. A professor in her Oxford rooms, four passages from Showalter, the proctors never called. A gallery owner who watches a young woman walk away in a pale blue bikini for three days before she says anything. And the girlfriend’s mother, the country house, Friday evening and Sunday morning while her daughter sleeps at the other end of the house.

Twelve stories. Twelve age gaps. Every one of them explicit from the first page to the last.