The Spinster's Exploits

I’m guessing you have to be of a certain vintage to have memories of Erica Jong’s groundbreaking “Fear of Flying” and the concept of the non-existent zipless fuck – that’s the one that goes perfectly, unhampered by awkward zips, unco-operative buttons and devious bra fastenings. And of course – not end up half-removing a suspender belt along with the knickers!

In my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be fun to drag out my French Maid costume that last got an airing about ten years ago. I don’t weigh myself on principle, but my measurements are the same to the best of my knowledge. This particular bit of fun tat, is too small for me really, but I could manipulate it over my boobs and the waist was stretchy enough to survive the trip and indecently push up said boobs.

Well – I got it over my head, and arms through sleeves and got stuck! It wouldn’t go down and I couldn’t manoeuvre it up either! I heard something tear and decided I’d have to cut myself out of it. I got the giggles at the thought of my reaction to the half-removed suspender belt – it paled into insignificance compared with cutting myself out of my French maid get-up! The tears were under the arm, so I cut under the sleeves and down the side to give me wiggle room and somehow got the waist over the boobs and I was suddenly in my costume!

Luckily, I already had the stockings and suspenders with knickers in place. Today’s knickers were skimpier than usual – the back as sort of extended thong/g-string with a couple of inches of lace down either side of the central seam and along the top and a reasonably sized triangle at the front. Just a pair of heels to add plus the silly maid’s ‘cap/headband’, so I decided I might as well stay in costume, and he could cut me out of it later!

He was very entertained to be greeted by me in my silly costume as I welcomed him to the Gwesty Ymlacio/House of Relaxation. So – as I was determined to give him 24 hours of R&R I got ready to serve. And after a reviving cuppa, he did seem quite energised and decided I was in need of a great deal of discipline… I wasn’t complaining – but I thought I was quite well-behaved and a perfect hostess, but he was the guest…

Who’d have thought getting togged up as a French maid would lead to lots of spanking?! And I think I WAS pretty well-behaved, other than the muttered “Bastard!” as he chose to lose his trousers before his socks! The moment of rebellion and giggles was soon lost as I sat on the bed to suck his cock on his orders and then had to bend over the cushion on the bed while he used practically every instrument he could find to give me a very thorough spanking/caning/beating/thrashing.

I was more than ready to be fucked “for his pleasure” as he informed me, but he couldn’t resist pointing out how well he pulled down my knickers to the level of his choice without any entanglement! I was more than ready, and it was fabulous. I love being fucked bent over the cushion and when it’s with a well-spanked bottom, the eroticism is off the scale for me – and he liked it too – after all it was his weekend – or so I had planned…

And so the moment came to cut me out of my costume. I thought it had served me well, but perhaps find a bigger one as it was such fun. I noticed the sash had a knot in it and thought it may be easier if that was undone – and lo and behold – without the sash knot, the waist became elastic enough to slide up and off! And so my slightly cut costume appears to have lived to fight another day! I guess I am no longer in a position to roll my eyes at a tangled knicker and suspender belt moment after all –  And I guess he may possibly deserve a right to reply…