It’s been a long time since my last post here, so I’ve written a rather long short lesbian spanking story off the cuff this evening for you to enjoy, dear readers. It is the tale of a dominant lady named Angeline who visits a London establishment providing submissive ladies to those who wish to discipline them, and a little brat named Philippa who goads the fine lady into more than just a spanking… I wrote this in an hour or so, it starts somewhat in the middle, and it won’t win any literary prizes, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 😉

“Welcome to Penitent’s Lane,” Madame Madame, lady of the house said, her smile warm with greeting as she ushered the fine lady into her establishment. “How may I help you, Madame Angeline?”

“I’m looking for the biggest brat you have,” Angeline said without bothering to pause for niceties. “I’m in the mood to give a deserving bottom a good, long, hard spanking, and I need a real brat for that purpose.”

“Of course, Madame Angeline,” the lady of the house simpered as she ushered her illustrious guest into the elegant foyer. “We have gathered all available girls for you.”

Madame Angeline looked down the line of ladies presented in a row at the bottom of a grand staircase. There were a great many women ranging in age from their late teens to their late fifties. Some wore rings in their noses, some wore sneers on their lips, others seemed quite polite and well composed, but none caught her attention. It was most frustrating, for her palm was veritably itching with the need to spank a deserving female bottom red.

“What sort of punishment were you thinking of giving?” The lady of the house interjected by way of trying to make the process a little easier.

“An over the knee hand spanking,” Angeline replied. She was a handsome woman with graying streaks in her hair and the air of an old fashioned school marm caught in a modern age. Her hair was tied back in an elegant chignon, dark brows tapering over brilliant steel eyes. Her face was full of character, a pronounced chin and jutting nose which might have made her less appealing to those who look for softness in a lady, but Angeline had a different kind of beauty, the kind which made those attuned to such things quiver at the knees.

“Our most deserving brat is sitting at the end there,” the lady of the house said, pointing to a woman who almost completely disappeared into the background. She was short, with dark curling hair and laughing almond eyes directed down at the book she was reading. She wore a green knitted sweater and a pair of jeans which seemed so casual as to be completely out of place among the more sybaritic and elegant of her peers.

Angeline looked at the lady of the house with a questioning gaze. “That is your most deserving brat?”

“Philippa,” the lady said. “Madame Angeline would like to meet you.”

Philippa put her book down, stood up and moved toward Angeline with a veritable look of innocence which made Angeline very much doubt that she was the naughtiest girl in Penitent’s Lane. Angeline inspected her closely, taking in the fact that Philippa was not much younger than she. Light freckles covered her delicious mocha skin, giving her a carefree appearance, and her clothing made her seem as if she had stumbled in from a library. She did not seem the type to be making her flesh available for the punitive entertainments of the rich and powerful.

“Hello, Philippa,” Madame Angeline said in her unavoidably cultured tones.

“Hello, madame,” the woman replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Angeline cast a doubtful look at the lady of the house.

“I assure you, Madame Angeline. There is not a girl in the house who compares to Miss Philippa in terms of sheer nerve and naughtiness.”

Angeline’s curiosity was aroused. This softly spoken woman with her demure clothing and her even more reserved demeanor did not strike her as the rebellious type. She certainly did not seem like a brat.

“Very well,” she said. “I will have her for an hour.”

“I have the blue room arranged for you,” the lady said, looking pleased with the match. Philippa did not seem overly perturbed either way. Angeline would have expected more of a reaction from someone who had just effectively been told that their bottom would soon be stinging and sore.

Angeline held out her hand. “Come along, my dear,” she said to Philippa. “Let us adjourn upstairs.”

Philippa behaved like a perfect angel, slipping her hand into Angeline’s and allowing herself to be drawn up the stairs to the room with the blue door.

“She lies, you know,” Philippa said conversationally as they entered the space which was well appointed for punishment scenes and more with a large comfortable bed, a broad chaise, and a chest of drawers full of every implement one might imagine.

“Who lies, my dear?”

“The lady, the madame, the vixen at the door,” Philippa continued. “She lies about everything. Half the ladies in this place don’t even have bottoms to spank.”

Madame Angeline raised a brow at her companion. “What do they have?”

“Arses of iron,” Philippa said in hushed, confidential tones. “Or concrete implants. They have their butts fortified to take the spankings. Or they wear silicone butt pads, so the client thinks they’re delivering a real welting, but actually they’re just banging rubber.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” Philippa nodded, her dark curls bouncing. “Me, I’m all natural. 100% flesh.”

“How wonderful to hear,” Angeline said. “Take down your pants and panties and let me see.”

“Very forward of you,” Philippa said. Nevertheless, she turned around so her back was to Angeline, hooked her thumbs in her waistband and pushed both pants and panties down leaving herself in bunched up jeans caught around her sneakers. Her butt was bare, pleasantly plump rounds leading to shapely thick thighs. Angeline felt her loins tighten. The lady had not disappointed, this was a bottom made for spanking, full and alluring with just the right amount of jiggle.

Angeline reached out and gave Philippa’s left cheek a little smack, admiring the way her bottom bounced.

“Very nice,” she said, seating herself on the chaise. “Come here, my dear.” She patted her lap. “Put yourself over my knee.”

Philippa obliged with little fanfare, lowering her curvy form over Angeline’s lap, her bare bottom and thighs settling over the long skirt which clad Angeline’s elegant frame. A smile curled Angeline’s lips. There was nothing quite like the slightly off-balanced weight of a woman swaying over her lap, presenting the rounds of her vulnerable bottom. Angeline took her time exploring her latest treasure, they had the whole hour together. There was no need to rush. She let her fingertips drift over the generous buttocks, watching the way the little muscle twitches responded to the light scratching of her fingernails every now and then.

Philippa was quiet, accepting her touch with little in the way of fight. Angeline found herself feeling a little disappointed. What kind of a brat simply pushed down her pants and panties and laid obediently over a disciplinarian’s thighs?

“You are lovely, my dear,” she said with a little sigh. “But I’m not sure that you’re quite what I’m looking for.” She gave Philippa’s cute bottom a gentle spank, watching the color take hold almost immediately.

“I’m sorry, m’lady, “ Philippa replied, taking the cue to stand up and return her clothing to the upright position. “I will send for Madame Madame. She will find someone more to your liking.”

Angeline nodded and watched Philippa leave the room, jeans a little too baggy to be fashionable. Why would she wear such things? She was a strange one for sure, and perhaps Angeline would have spent more time with her if she did not have the desire to truly welt a bottom in need of it.

She reached for her little pocket book, desiring to check her phone. She was certain she had sat it next to her on the chaise, but it was gone. Where was it? Had she left it in the car? No. She certainly had kept it in her hand as she led Philippa up the stairs…

Angeline’s gray eyes widened as she realized what had happened. So much for a sweet little eager to please submissive. That brat had stolen her purse! Angeline’s heart beat a little faster, her palms tingling as the desire to give the round bottomed brat a damn good spanking rose strongly within her.

She crossed to the door and flung it open wide, preparing to shout for Madame Madame, but it turned out that was unnecessary. Philippa was leaning up against the opposite wall, a broad smirk on her face and Angeline’s purse in her hand.

“Give that back at once!”

“Hmm…” Philippa wrinkled her nose. “Nah. I don’t think so.”

“Young lady… what are you doing?” Angeline watched as Philippa reached into her purse, took out the cash contained in it, and pushed the money into her back pocket.

“I’m robbing you,” Philippa said. “You wanted a brat, right?” She tossed the now largely empty purse back at Angeline and took to her heels.

Angeline stared after the fleeing brat, unable to believe what was happening. There had been five hundred pounds in that purse, a great deal of money for an undeserving little wretch to have in her possession.

“Madame Madame!” Angeline called at the top of her lungs. “Come at once!”

The worthy woman of the house came upstairs quickly, a solicitous expression on her face.

“How may I help you, Madame Angeline?”

“The girl you gave me,” Madame Angeline said. “She stole my money!”

“Yes,” Madame Madame nodded. “That is part of the brat package.”

“What on earth do you mean, woman?!”

“I’m afraid that when one asks for a brat, one does not have much in the way of assurances of good or even lawful behavior,” Madame Madame explained. “Of course, that also means the punishment is absolutely to your discretion.”

“And how am I to find the brat, now she has run off with my funds?”

“She will likely be in her room,” Madame Madame explained. “Third floor, on the very end.”

Most displeased with the turn of events, Angeline took herself up a second flight of stairs to a much less salubrious part of Penitent’s Lane. The age of the building showed there in the creaking timber and peeling laminate. Philippa’s room was at the end, so Madame Madame had said. Angeline found the door at the end of the hall and turned the knob, surprised to find that it opened.

She was even more surprised to find that Philippa was actually in the room, completely naked, the full curves of her body displayed playfully underneath the pound notes she had positioned strategically on her body, the Queen of England’s face hiding perky nipples and what Angeline was sure was a very naughty little cunt. Philippa did not move as Angeline entered. She lay there on her bed with a broad grin on her face, utterly unrepentant, but absolutely ready to be spanked.

Angeline wasted no time on words. She strode into the room, flipped the little brat over onto her stomach, and as the pound notes fluttered in the air, began to spank Philippa’s bottom with hard swats of her palm which not only stung her fingers but immediately made bright red fingerprints appear on the woman’s cheeks.

This time Philippa was not so eager to allow herself to be spanked. She squirmed and she swore and she tried her very best to get away, but Angeline sat down next to her on the bed, wrapped one hand in her curling hair and held her in place with an iron grip which allowed for no escape. Her arm rose and fell swiftly, a series of very hard slaps landing across the lowest part of Philippa’s bottom, making her butt bright red and even landing occasionally between her thighs, catching her tight little cunt in the process.

“Ow! Madame Angeline! That hurts!”

“I certainly hope so,” Angeline said sternly, her expression focused as she timed her slaps so that they landed on Philippa’s sensitive sit spots and yes, occasionally on her swelling down covered pussy lips as well. A girl as naughty as this one needed more than a sound spanking on her bottom. She needed to be punished so that when she sat down or tried to touch herself she remembered how naughty she had been.

“You are a little brat,” she lectured the squirming, now quite plaintive woman. “And you utterly deserve this.” As she spoke, she pushed her hand down between Philippa’s thighs, her fingers sliding over the younger woman’s mound to both cup and spank alternately. This she had not planned. She had thought it would be enough simply to give a spanking, but Philippa’s brazen behavior and beautiful body was calling forth other impulses, impulses which made Angeline’s long fingers stroke the lips she was spanking with sharp little swats. She was rewarded with the sound of little moans and gasps as the naughty young lady accepted her punishment and even spread her legs to allow Angeline’s fingers to discipline her swelling lower lips.

Somewhere amongst the spanking and the teasing, Angeline felt fingers creeping up the inside of her own thigh. The brat was letting her hand slid up Angeline’s leg, seeking the nexus of her desire. Angeline hesitated a second before spreading her legs and allowing the little brat to touch her pussy through silk panties. She had to admit, it felt rather good to be touched there, especially by a pretty brat whose own pussy was quickly becoming wet with arousal.

“You don’t deserve to be pleasured,” she informed the brat. “But I do.”

With that she used her grip on Philippa’s hair to guide the woman off the bed and between her thighs. Legs spread wide she pulled Philippa’s mouth toward her panty covered pussy, feeling the brat’s breath on her inner thighs.

The lapping of a tongue over the silk of her crotch made Angeline’s hips ride forward. There was no hesitation on Philippa’s part. She began to suckle at Angeline’s pussy through the silk, Angeline’s wetness helping the fabric quickly become soaked as Philippa’s lips found and then closed around her clit, lapping at the hard bud through the sheer silk.

Angeline threw her head back, her long legs akimbo, her powerful dignified female form completely caught in desire’s grasp as the naked, well spanked brat between her thighs used the lust soaked panties as a form of stimulation, pulling the gusset up and down her eager slit, lapping at the little bud, pressing her mouth to Angeline’s pussy to lick and tease with her lips and tongue until finally Angeline could stand it no more.

She cried out for release, for the peak of the experience, to release the tension which had been building long before she stepped over the threshold of Madame Madame’s establishment. But Philippa had more for her. The brat peeled aside those sodden panties and touched her tongue to the very core of Angeline, a moment of connection so intense it immediately plunged Angeline into ecstatic oblivion.

Her thighs trembled, her heart pounded, her head became light and her breath was shallow, her pussy contracting over and over as she felt climax rushing through her body making every part of her tingle as she fell back on the bed.

Philippa’s smiling face appeared between her legs as she slid her naked body up Madame Angeline’s prone form, breasts swaying, red bottom held high as she straddled the dominant woman and looked down at her with a playful little grin. “Satisfied, madame?”

“Oh,” Angeline breathed. “Oh yes, my brat. You have done nicely.”