Sunday, 3 January 2016

Sunday, January 03, 2016 -

Spanking Cheat

... and other short stories
by Stanlegh Meresith
Published: Oct 25, 2015
Words: 26,097
Category: general
Orientation: M/F, F/F
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Spanking Cheat

Those readers fortunate enough to have, within striking distance, acquaintances who share their predilection for the creation of sore bottoms (one way or another), may be interested to hear about the ancient game of Spanking Cheat.

The earliest known reference to this delightfully ingenious pastime is to be found in a letter from the playwright Christopher Marlowe to his compatriot, Sir Sydney Browne, dated April 23rd 1589:

Forsooth, my friend, there can bee no greater sport and delighte than a game of Spanking Cheete with a paire or more of buxom wenches when the bloode is highe. Yesterday night at Lambeth, upstairs at the tavern there, I was a cunninge winner and dealt meaty whacks to the arses of Mistress Ann and her friend, in number equal to the cardes left in their hands at the ende.

To best illustrate the sheer fun of this 'sport and delighte', I present here a short fiction that will I hope both entertain and provide guidance on the manner in which the game can be played.


Rachel closed the front door and shook some of the rain off her umbrella onto the Welcome mat.

"Is that you, Rache?" called Susan from the kitchen.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Who else would it be? Sergeant Pretorius?" An impish smile curled the corners of her mouth.

Susan appeared from the kitchen, drying her hands. "Don't even joke about him!"

The two twenty-five year olds had had a painful experience on holiday in South Africa the summer before. Pretorius had been one of the policemen who'd had a hand in their being whipped with a sjambok when an illegal beach party they'd attended had been busted.

"Sorry, love," said Rachel, still smiling as she removed and hung up her duffle coat. Susan came forward and they hugged, before enjoying a long, slow kiss. Susan reached round and squeezed Rachel's right buttock.

Rachel moaned. "Mmm ... nice."

Susan stood back. "Oh! Guess what?" she said, running a hand through her dishevelled blonde hair.


"Prudence and Emily are coming round on Wednesday!"

"They are? Oh goodee! What fun!" Rachel's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, of course, it's school holidays, isn't it? I wonder what the fiendish Prudence has in store this time!"

"I dread to think," replied Susan, nervously.

"Don't worry, Susie. I'll protect you."

Susan guffawed sarcastically. "Protect me? Like the last time? If that's your idea of protection, then ... then ..." Rachel raised her eyebrows and gazed lovingly at her dearest friend.

"Then what?" she asked, taking Susan in her arms again. "You know you love it really, if not quite as much as I do."

Susan laid her head on Rachel's shoulder and chuckled. "Yes ... well ..." She began to purr as Rachel ran her fingers affectionately through her hair.