Strictly Spanked 7: Strangers

They will never meet again. That is the charge.

This is a book about the single encounter, two women who have never met, who find each other in a specific place at a specific moment, and who will not meet again after this. No arrangements. No return visits. No gap between a first spanking and a second. One evening, one afternoon, one storm, one night. What happens between them happens once and is complete in itself.

The older woman sees something in the younger woman and she acts on it. An airport lounge after a cancelled flight, two women in a hotel, the only two with nowhere to be. A first class train compartment, Bristol to Paddington, four hours and a hairbrush and a platform goodbye where neither woman knows the other’s name. A south of France villa double-booked, two strangers learning to share a kitchen, the spanking arriving on the third day after two days of watching. A reception after a funeral, a woman in a bar who has been holding herself together for hours and a stranger who knows what the holding together costs. A conference, two evenings, a full professional day between them and the second evening charged with everything the day has built. A rainy afternoon in an independent bookshop and a back room after closing. A sailing boat, a skipper and a charter, below deck at anchor, the boat’s motion present in everything. A gallery opening, an artist’s studio upstairs, a ruler from the work table. A hotel bar, the person who was supposed to arrive never arriving, the evening becoming something else entirely. A luxury spa, robes and warm skin and the treatment room. A stone barn, a storm outside, two hours of enforced shelter and a washed-clean ending. And the last evening, a woman leaving a city she has lived in for ten years, a bar she has always loved, a stranger who has been coming to that bar for twenty years and will still be coming after she is gone.

You know what this book contains. The skirt raised and the knickers drawn down. The colour arriving on pale skin. The arousal the younger woman did not anticipate and cannot manage. The older woman’s desire present from the moment she sees the younger woman, from the moment her palm rests on the revealed skin before the first stroke. No gap. No return. Just the one encounter, fully written, from first word to last.

What changes in every story is not only the setting but the way the story is told. The train compartment story never leaves the compartment. The hotel bar story is told from the older woman’s point of view alone, the younger woman seen only through her eyes. The villa story spans a week, the spanking arriving on the third day after two days of the older woman watching the younger woman walk away in a yellow bikini. The storm story has the thunder and lightning present in every stroke. Each orgasm is described differently, a tide, a change in the light, immersion in warm water, the storm breaking, a departure. The book reads as twelve genuinely distinct encounters rather than twelve versions of the same encounter.

One meeting. Everything that happens between two strangers who will not see each other again.