Spring has sprung; daffodils bloom in the churchyard and ducks nest on the village pond. An email pings onto my desktop.

Good morning Mr Sims,

We two have been rather naughty of late and require a firm hand. Who better than stern Mr Sims in his lovely old house by the church?

Love

Olivia and Lily

Good morning Ladies,

How lovely to hear from you

I can most certainly accommodate your needs

Please be here at 4pm today

Regards

Mr Sims

At the appointed hour the doorbell rings, I open it to discover two visions of loveliness standing brightly on the doorstep.

"Hello Mr Sims, we've been bad, sinful in fact," announces 20-something Lily, slender, blonde, wearing a very short skirt and not in the least contrite.

In contrast to her provocatively clad companion, Olivia's femme fatale curves are concealed by a modest knee-length summer dress.

"Some 'accessories,' which may assist your endeavours," she says, proffering a carpetbag.

"Please come in ladies," I beckon them across the threshold, keen to avoid any neighbourhood gossip.

"You look extremely enticing today," I tell Lily who beams happily at achieving the desired affect. Did she really just bat her eyelashes at me?

"I was hoping you might think so," she answers archly.

I turn to Olivia. "Very demure, were you going for the Sunday teacher look?"

"Don't be fooled," says Lily, lifting her friend's hem to reveal stocking tops, "she's wearing saucy underwear as usual." The air becomes heavy with unspoken expectations. It's abundantly obvious this scheming pair will require all of my considerable authority to keep in check and bend, literally, to my will.

That they've no doubt been plotting this encounter for some time is entirely in character. The pair has been almost inseparable since Lily took up employment hereabouts a few months ago. A suitable penance for their self-confessed dissolute conduct is evidently required, smacked bottoms at the very least; a thrilling prospect for all concerned.

Ushered though to the lounge the pair sit next to each other, knees demurely together, hands in laps. Butter wouldn't melt. But it does lubricate...

"We shall have afternoon tea presently," I announce decisively, "meanwhile I gather there is delinquent behaviour requiring admonition. Who shall go first?"

"Her," says Olivia immediately.

"Not fair," Lily protests at this apparent disloyalty.

"Quite enough of that," I observe sternly. "Right, Olivia let Lily lean back on to you. Lily, swing your feet onto the settee." She sulkily complies. "Now lift them high."

Correctly guessing my intention Olivia grasps her friend's ankles with alacrity. Legs hoisted aloft Lily's miniscule skirt falls back to reveal she's not wearing knickers, pussy peeking provocatively at the apex of her thighs.

"Just as I suspected, you really do invite chastisement Lily," I sigh with mock disapproval.

"I really do,' she agrees unblushingly. A search through the bag yields a choice of several implements of correction and I select a small but undoubtedly painful Lexan paddle.

"We'll begin with this," I announce ominously and good as my word apply it forcibly to Lily's perfect peach of a bottom. In less than a minute the silky skin transmutes from to pink to red, accompanied by a series of squeals and gasps.

"Shh," reproves Olivia sharply, struggling to hold her troublesome companion in position, "it's really very bad mannered of you to make such a noise when Mr Sims is going to so much trouble on our behalf."

I continue the paddle's vigorous application until every visible inch of the imp's toothsome derriere positively glows with heat and Lily mewls her discomfort and discontent.

"Lower her legs," I instruct Olivia. "Lily, keep those knees apart, I'm far from through with you."

Holding her torso tightly from behind Olivia transfers her attentions to Lily's bosom, squeezing her pert breasts.

Slap! The unfortunate younger woman gasps in shock as my palm makes sharp contact with her sensitive inner thighs leaving livid handprints all the way from knee to heaven.

"Hmmm coming along nicely," I observe of my handiwork. A further rummage in the bag reveals a butt plug, latex gloves and lube; the dishy duo arrived well prepared.

While their tongues intertwine in a lingering kiss Olivia cruelly twists her lover's protuberant nipples. Snapping on the gloves, I first lube Lily's anus then, after a brief digital exploration -- far from unappreciated if the expression on Lily's face is any guide - carefully insert the plug.

"This'll help later on," I explain enigmatically, "after I've dealt with this pretty pussy." Next I hand spank her denuded vulva with light, fast taps. Lily makes no attempt to resist and it's soon wet and gaping, labia rendered puffy and red. The timbre of her plaintive cries alters to indicate an approaching orgasm. Hips jerking in wild abandon; lewdly thrusting towards my punishing palm Lily comes, squirting copiously across the parquet.

"Well really," I declare, "do please have some self-control, it's a good job this is polished wood and not carpet, that lapse will earn you further discipline later.

"Now, let's get your wicked accomplice over the back of my favourite leather armchair." I swiftly manoeuvre Olivia across the padded upholstery; buttocks pushed into prominence. Lily grabs her co-conspirator's wrists and holds them tightly while I raise the chaste frock to reveal a wondrously firm and full posterior, perfectly framed by sheer nylons and taut suspenders.

"I think we'd best have these panties off," I decide.

"Nooo..." Olivia complains volubly at the indignity but Lily tugs down her satin scanties in a trice -- the crotch already soaked with arousal from witnessing her accomplice's punitive plight. Token resistance abandoned Olivia sensuously eases her stockinged legs apart and turns her toes in as she's evidently been taught; bare bottom-cheeks tightening in anticipation; clearly not a novitiate.

"You should punish her severely for being rough with my poor boobs," chirps up Lily, intent on revenge.

"Only too pleased to oblige." A leather strap proves perfect, the broad surface area eminently suited to Olivia's curves. I apply a series of lusty strokes across the bulge of her buttock cheeks, forcing Olivia onto the tips of her toes, teetering high-heels scrabbling for purchase as her arse wriggles against the scourging impact.

Permitting a brief respite I'm unable to resist raining butterfly kisses across the surface of her now superheated orbs. Olivia sighs in delight at these unexpected caresses, an enjoyment abruptly curtailed when I resume the task in hand.

"Wooooooh," cries Olivia as scarlet marks appear across her heated hemispheres, inexorably stoking an inward passion. An avid spectator of this disciplinary dance Lily looks disappointed when I eventually call a halt. Wordlessly she and I exchange places. I lift Olivia's chin and make eye contact, wild eyed and make-up streaked she lasciviously widens her mouth and greedily sucks at my proffered cock.

"Go on, make it even bigger and thicker so I can really fill your pussy to the brim," I demand.

"Mmmmphf." A well bought up woman who knows it's impolite to talk with one's mouth full, Olivia assiduously complies with my instruction. I feel her hot breath as she flicks out her tongue to lick the bulbous head, already seeping pre-cum; takes the tip into her soft mouth, adjusts her jaw then, head bobbing, begins to swallow its entirety.

Simultaneously her partner in crime inserts two digits into Olivia's slippery slot and proceeds with an avid finger fucking. As Olivia's soaring sexual excitement becomes increasingly evident I reluctantly withdraw my iron hard rod from her drooling, lipstick-smeared mouth.

"Don't let her come," yet I caution. Again Lily and I swap positions. Lily kisses the older woman forcibly, stifling her moans as I ease my pulsating prick into her welcoming honeypot. Bent over and delicately poised Olivia's legs wobble as she pushes back her seared bottom, impaling it on my thick pole as inch-by-inch her velvety cunt is penetrated.

"Take it all you horny bitch," I growl. Her hot bum slaps against me as Olivia eagerly slides along the pulsing shaft, pelvic floor muscles tensing around my manhood, a most glorious sensation. Events become blurred, all three of us lost in the moment.

I take the Lord's name in vain several times such is my intense pleasure at plundering Olivia's cock-craving quim. In turn she indulges a stream of most profane and unladylike language such as would see one expelled from Waitrose for life.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me you bastard, give me a really good seeing too." We screw hard and fast, hammer and tongs, oblivious to Lily feverishly masturbating as she spectates. Like the protagonists in a sex story everyone comes loudly, messily, and simultaneously, Olivia apparently experiencing a succession of climaxes.

"Oooh look, you've flooded me," she exclaims, "your jiz is running all over my stocking tops." Handkerchiefs are produced and mopping up ensues.

Ten minutes later the two women fidget sore-bottomed on the sofa while I serve tea and cucumber sandwiches.

"Stop sniggering Lily, there's nothing intrinsically funny about cucumbers..." Olivia can be such a prude.

"The cup that cheers but does not inebriate." I quote the 18th century English nature poet William Cowper; well, what do you expect? This is an unabashedly middle class spanking story, intended to inform and educate as well as entertain.

Refreshed and revived our attention returns to the matter in hand. I'm pleased by how quickly my erection returns -- these two trollops could Viagra a run for its money...

There remains the balance of Lily's chastisement to ****ister and Olivia and I march her to the bedroom.

"Kneel on the bed, head down and rear end all the way up," I direct brusquely. "Olivia, pull her bottom cheeks apart."

"Ooh Mr Sims, this is so rude and embarrassing," wails Lily as her intimate cleft is unsparingly revealed.

Without further comment I hand spank her already crimson moons, slowly working my way inwards to swat her pale and exquisitely tender arse crack. Olivia looks on enthralled, face flushed with excitement and panting with lust. Carefully I ease out the butt plug then apply the final spanks directly onto Lily's puckered rosebud.

"Oh my, oh please stop Mr Sims," pleads Lily, aghast at this unexpected invasion. "It smarts terribly, I can't cope."

"Stop making such a fuss," I reply in my strictest tones, all the while applying plenty of lubrication. "This will do you the world of good, now thank Olivia properly for holding you down while I dispense a long overdue corking."

Pulling Lily up onto her hands and knees Olivia propels her desire-damp vulva towards her mouth.

"Lick my cunt right out," she purrs.

Entranced by the wickedly alluring offering of Lily's bottom I carefully position the head of my cock against her beckoning orifice and gently engage the tip, allowing time for her to relax her sphincter and accommodate its girth.

"Oh fuck yeah," she moans, voice muffled by Olivia's gyrating snatch. My invading penis enters her hot, tight bum hole and soon fills her completely. I start to thrust, bringing my member nearly all the way out before lunging back, gradually building up speed as Lily's muffled moans increase; Meanwhile Lily's adroit oral attentions to her clitoris ensure Olivia's second coming is as spectacular as the first. She flops back onto the bed, henceforth content with the role of voyeur. Now Lily can make a noise.

"Fucking hell Olivia, he's stretching my arse to the limit, oh it feels so amazing," she announces, forcing herself rhythmically back onto my soon to explode cock.

"Exactly what a hussy like you deserves," answers the older woman breathlessly. "Don't hold back Mr Sims, Lily deserves a through rogering."

Such a surfeit of pleasure soon becomes too much and the grip of her tight arse has me teetering on the brink of emission. I hold off long as possible, not wishing our mutual debauchery to end, but ultimately must shoot my load.

"Come in me," Lily manages to gasp between ecstatic cries. I ejaculate, cock spasming like a fire hose deep within as, body trembling violently from top to toe, Lily experiences an equally intense orgasmic release and shudders to a prolonged climax. All three of us are blissfully spent.

We sit, once again, on the sofa.

"More tea Vicar?"

"Why thank you," I reply. The social niceties are so important.

"Shall I be mother?" Lily asks innocently.

"Not a likely outcome given the way he just fucked you."

"Please, some decorum Olivia." I wag a reproving finger.

"You look quite done in Vicar," observes Lily solicitously.

"The parishioners don't realise how tiring it is ministering to our flock," I complain mildly. "Some of the Women's Institute are complete nymphomaniacs."

"The chaps in the choir can be jolly demanding too," adds Olivia, "always wanting more 'practice', but I do so love being the vicar's wife"

"And I his secretary," sighs Lily dreamily, "even if I won't sit comfortably for the rest of the week."