A Sting in the Tail ( Version)

Featuring Teresa May as The Market Researcher James Batchelor as The Interviewee Teresa May, a pretty young woman in her mid-twenties, was conducting a door-to-door sex survey for a popular women’s magazine. Clipboard in hand and dressed in a smart blouse and a rather short, tight skirt, she knocked on the door with professional confidence, completely unaware of the dangerous territory she was about to enter. The door opened to reveal James, a tall, stern-looking man in his late thirties. He lived alone in a modest but neatly kept flat. His eyes slowly travelled up and down Teresa’s figure before he smiled. “Come in,” he said smoothly. “I’d be happy to help with your survey.” Teresa stepped inside, oblivious to the way James locked the door behind her. They sat down on the sofa and she began asking her questions — increasingly intimate ones about his sexual preferences, fantasies, and disciplinary interests. James answered calmly at first, but his gaze grew darker. When Teresa asked about his views on spanking and corporal punishment, he leaned forward. “Actually,” he said, his voice low, “I think actions speak louder than words. Would you like a practical demonstration?” Before Teresa could respond, James had taken the clipboard from her hands and pulled her firmly across his lap. Her short skirt rode up as his large hand began to spank her firmly over her knickers. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! “Ow! What are you doing?!” Teresa gasped, kicking her legs. “You wanted to know about discipline,” James replied calmly. “Now you’re going to experience it.” He spanked her hard and methodically, turning her bottom a deep shade of pink. Then he stood her up, bent her over the arm of the sofa, and slid her knickers down. From a drawer he produced a thick, heavy leather strap. Teresa’s eyes widened. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The strap cracked loudly across her bare bottom, leaving vivid red stripes. Teresa cried out with each stinging stroke, squirming helplessly as James strapped her thoroughly. By the time he finished with the strap, her bottom was burning. But James wasn’t done. He led her to the bedroom and made her bend over the end of his bed. From the wardrobe he took out a long, whippy school cane. “Six of the best,” he announced. Swish… THWACK! The cane bit sharply into her already sore bottom. Teresa yelped and rose onto her toes with each stroke. James caned her slowly and deliberately, placing neat parallel lines across both cheeks. By the end, Teresa’s bottom was a blazing patchwork of strap marks and vivid cane stripes. She stood trembling, tears in her eyes, rubbing her sore flesh. James handed her back her clipboard with a satisfied smile. “I hope that was helpful for your survey,” he said. “You’re welcome to come back for a follow-up anytime.” Teresa left the flat walking very carefully, her short skirt doing little to hide her throbbing, well-punished bottom — and wondering how she was going to explain her findings to the magazine. The man who answers — charming at first — invites her inside for the interview. As Teresa begins asking increasingly intimate questions about his sexual preferences, fantasies, and desires, she notices a hungry glint in his eye. What she doesn’t know is that this seemingly polite gentleman is a passionate spanking enthusiast who absolutely loves nothing more than bending women over, baring their bottoms, and spanking, strapping, and caning them until their soft, round cheeks are glowing bright red and deliciously sore. As the survey progresses and Teresa innocently asks about his favourite forms of foreplay and punishment play, the man’s arousal grows. He can barely contain his excitement at the thought of turning this professional young lady’s visit into a hands-on demonstration. Before long, the conversation takes a very naughty turn. He confesses his deep obsession with spanking and offers to show her exactly what he means — whether she likes it or not. Teresa’s eyes widen in shock as he suddenly grabs her wrist and pulls her across his lap. Her short skirt is flipped up without ceremony, and her tight white panties are yanked down to her knees, fully exposing her smooth, plump, and perfectly spankable bare bottom. What begins as a firm hand spanking quickly escalates. His large palm cracks down repeatedly on her jiggling cheeks, turning the pale skin a rosy pink, then a deep, burning red. Soon he reaches for the thick leather strap. The sharp CRACK of leather on bare flesh echoes through the room as he lays on stroke after stinging stroke across her vulnerable bottom and upper thighs. Teresa gasps and squirms helplessly, her bottom bouncing and clenching with every impact. But he isn’t finished yet. The long, whippy cane is next. With cool precision, he delivers a series of hard, searing strokes that leave vivid red welts blooming across her already sore, throbbing cheeks. Each powerful thwack bites deep into her tender flesh, making her cry out and kick her legs as th...