AirBeatenBottoms Part One

I’ve always loved the sea. I guess I must have a lot of Viking blood coursing through my veins but I can never stand to be too far from water. When I was a young man, I swam and then surfed; as I grew a bit older I managed to cobble together enough money for a boat. It wasn’t much but a lick of paint and a bit of TLC and it was perfectly presentable; enough to fool impressionable young women into thinking it was something special. You see, this is the other reason why I love being round saltwater.  Something about it combined with the sun and sand seems to lower women’s defences. Perhaps it’s also the fact that walking round in basically their underwear brings out their inner slut. During summers, me and my friend Alec would hang around in the beach bars, approach girls and offer them a trip on the boat.

Isn’t there some American saying about bitches and boats? It always amazed us how quick they usually were to take us up on the offer, even though it was pretty clear that our intentions were less than honourable.  Boats certainly seem to have an aphrodisiac quality or, if I am being cynical, it’s the impression of wealth they convey that seems to get cunts to get all wet and tingly.
Out on the open sea, music playing and a few drinks inside them, most girls seemed to become remarkably hospitable.  The afternoon would invariably end with one of us above deck with a girl and the other one below and their bikinis would come off quicker than you could say “Pirates of the Caribbean”. There was always a few who were uncooperative but what can I say: the fact that we were miles off shore, and Alec and I were their only way of getting home, tended to quickly focus their mind and if the worst came to worst there’s always plenty of rope lying round a boat. Did I mention my Viking blood?
So, it was literally a no brainer when I got the chance to purchase my current house by the beach. It was going for a song and as the property also had a smaller cottage on the premises which I thought that I could easily renovate and let out as holiday accommodation.  I didn’t really do much about the idea until the whole AirBnB thing kicked off. It’s easy money basically and unlike normal accommodation I get to screen potential guests. Funnily enough, whenever it was a group of young guys, my property was unavailable. I really didn’t want them trashing the place. With young females, it was an altogether different matter. They could generally be trusted to look after the place. But more importantly the sight of them wandering about the place bikini clad brought back happy memories of our boating days.
Which brings me to the current story. Elsa and Ingrid are two Swedish backpackers who came over here looking for sunshine and bit of not too demanding casual work. The fact that they are both lookers meant that they had no problem finding work in restaurants and bars. They had apparently been doing farm work but one of the overseers got a little over friendly with them and they decided to try their luck in town. They needed a long term rental and my prices were attractive enough even though I asked for up front payment.
Ingrid was a classic platinum blonde who really filled out a bikini- top and bottom; Elsa was tall and slender with reddish brown hair. They were both very pretty but Elsa’s beauty was somewhat marred by a sour disposition. Even so,   I would have liked to take either or both of them out for a trip on my boat but unfortunately it had long since been consigned to the scrapyard. So instead I had to resign myself to watching them from afar.
It was while observing them that I started to notice some serious infractions of the house rules. The first of these was a strict ‘no visitors after 10pm’ rule. On several occasions I noticed young men emerging from the property in the morning. It was when I decided to confront my two guests about this infraction that I noticed a further one. The property was strictly no smoking but as the door to the cottage opened I immediately smelt smoke and not merely from tobacco. No, it was clear that the girls, or one of their paramours had been engaging in illicit drug use. It was Ingrid who answered the door. She was wearing very short cut away jeans and a crop top which nicely accentuated her big young boobs. I could tell she was a little whoozy.
“We need to have a serious talk but I can tell you are not in a fit state right now. Have a coffee or something and when you have a clearer head I want the pair of you to come up to the main house.”
Even in her current state I could see that she realised that she and her friend were in trouble.

About an hour or so later I heard a knock at my door. It was Elsa knocking. She was the more confident of the two, or to put it less delicately, she was a bit of a stuck up bitch. Still, I couldn’t deny that she was very pretty. She was wearing a short summer dress and looked just as enticing as her friend.
I could tell that they had made a decision to brazen it out.
“Come in.” I said to them
In the living room Elsa attempted to speak
“I don’t know what this is all about but we have a right to our privacy.”
“Shhh!” I said putting a finger to my lips patronisingly. “Not only have you broken the house rules with your constant stream of male visitors, you have also broken the law of the land. I don’t need to tell you that the authorities take a very dim view of foreigners breaking the law. You’ll be lucky if all they do is deport you. No, it’s probably a spot of jail time for you girls.’
I was laying it all on a bit thick. In reality,  the cops wouldn’t be bothered about a bit of weed but the girls clearly did not know that. A look of panic darkened their faces as the contemplated not only the end of their summer jaunt but the prospect of an embarrassing and potentially life-changing confrontation with the law.
“I have to say, I am very disappointed. You seemed such nice girls when you moved in. What with the promiscuity and the drug abuse, I am starting to have second thoughts. I run a respectable establishment here. I think it would be best for all concerned if I terminate your lease. As you agreed when you signed up the amount you paid is non-refundable….”
At this point Ingrid interjected “please we can’t afford to get another place.”
“Well, I think under the circumstances, I am being perfectly reasonable. You should just be grateful I am not going to the police.”
Had the girls any commonsense they would have worked out by now that the line about calling the police was bluff but at this point even Elsa’s frosty hauteur appeared to crack a little.
“Please, we will stick to the rules from now on. We promise”
“Well” I replied “how can I be sure that if I let you off, you won’t take my kindness for granted and start misbehaving again?”
Ingrid now gave me a suggestive look and said
“I promise we will be very good girls from now on”
It was obvious what she was suggesting and I cannot deny I was sorely tempted. She was offering to be a sacrificial lamb for the pair of them.  I’d spent the last few weeks keenly observing Ingrid’s chubby little bottom both in skimpy shorts and on really hot days a bikini bottom and the thought of screwing her was very appealing. But at this stage it could all be a ruse. I could attempt to take her up on her offer only for her to accuse me of sexual harassment to AirBnB. I am quite sure that the poor farm worker had done nothing more than succumb to girls’ undeniable charms and he had been publicly shamed for that. No, I had to have a bit more security before I made a move.
“Alright then you can stay and I won’t inform the police provided that certain conditions are met. Firstly, there are to be no more overnight visitors and definitely no illicit substances.”
The girls nodded emphatically in agreement. At this point they would have probably agreed to anything: a hypothesis I was about to put to the test.
“Secondly, I think you would agree that when a rule is broken there should be consequences of some sort. Normally, I would have thrown you both out on those pretty little arses of yours. But even though I am showing kindness, there needs to be some sort of penalty for your dreadful behaviour.”
Although both girls spoke English fluently, I suspect that they were not grasping all the nuances.
“What I am suggesting, of course, is a punishment. You both need to be punished so that you will learn from your mistakes. And if it is to have any effect that punishment will need to be of the corporal variety”
They still had a puzzled look on their faces.
“Oh, for goodness sake. Stop  being so bloody coy.” I said with exasperation. “I intend to punish you the way naughty girls have always been punished. I propose spanking your bottoms and then a little touch of the cane.”
They both looked shocked; I was pretty sure that they now understood.
“That’s disgusting” Elsa said in an outraged tone. “You can’t spank our bottoms. We are fully grown women.”
“Oh, I am quite aware of that fact and that will make it all the more humiliating for you, not to mention more enjoyable for me.” I replied with a half laugh half sneer.
“Of course you are free to say no but if you do I’m afraid I will have no choice but to evict you and also call the police about that other matter”
“That’s blackmail!” Elsa shouted.
“Okay, it’s okay, we will do it” Ingrid interrupted.
She said something to Elsa in Swedish which I obviously did not understand but their body language told me that Ingrid was busily trying to get Elsa to agree to my terms. There were raised voices, the sound of cajoling and finally Elsa said something in a resigned tone of voice.
“Alright then, you can spank our bottoms and the other thing but not too hard”
I laughed silently. I had absolutely no intention of going lightly on those ripe girlish orbs which had been so insolently taunting me for the last few weeks.
“Oh that’s not all” I said. “I will need you to do a few other things”
I was pressing home my advantage.
“Nothing too onerous just a few chores around the place. Earn your keep as it were.”
The ‘other things’ I had in mind were hardly confined to a few domestic chores but “softly softly catchy monkey” as they say.  I wanted to gain the girls’ submission before I pressed them on this point.
“Very well then. No time like the present. I am going to spank Ingrid and you Elsa must watch. Then you will swap places”.
A look of shock and terror came over both girls. I think that perhaps up until now they thought this was some sort of sick joke, a test of sorts, but now it was dawning on them that I fully intended on carrying out my threat.  I still sense contempt from Elsa. I would really enjoy breaking the arrogant bitch.
“Ingrid, take of your shorts and position yourself over my lap.”
Ingrid hesitated, looking first at me and then at her friend.
“What girl, you didn’t think I was going to let you keep those shorts on for protection did you? Don’t be silly, if it is to have any affect a spanking must be on the bare bottom. Well, come on then, don’t keep me waiting or I’ll come over there and take them off for you”
This seemed to do the trick the prospect of retaining some degree of control and the scintilla of dignity which accompanied that led her to unbutton the tight denim shorts and almost defiantly remove them.
She was wearing a thong, as I suspected she might be. I had seen enough of them hanging provocatively from the washing line. I never really understood them from a practical point of view. What real difference was there between wearing one and going commando? From an aesthetic point of view, however, I would have to admit that they looked very enticing. At the front they just about covered Ingrid’s pubic mound. I wondered whether she shaved it completely or whether she left just a semblance of hair. I was looking forward to finding out.
At the back, the thin line of material seemed to be swallowed up entirely by her expansive bottom cheeks.
As she lay across my lap I soaked up the sight of her magnificent behind in all its near-naked glory. It was covered in a light blonde fuzz and seemed to quiver slightly. It would soon be doing much more than merely quivering. As I watched it wiggle around in my backyard I had often fantasised about what it would be like to squeeze and fondle it. Now, I was about to give it a damn good hiding but I couldn’t resist the urge to have a feel first. This was obviously a source of deep embarrassment to the girl but almost as much to her friend who looked on with obvious revulsion no doubt worrying that the same treatment was in store for her. She was right on that point.
I stroked and pawed at her cheeks, squeezing and pinching the delicate flesh. As I ran finger down the crack between them, Ingrid noticeably shuddered.
Then without further ado, I started spanking her, almost playfully at first, but then as my excitement grew, I began to hit her more forcefully. Her level of distress grew proportionately, at first letting out gasps and moans, then grunts then howls. Her friend tried to avert her eyes to avoid witnessing her friend’s painful and humiliating experience. Their obvious affection for each other gave me some ideas for later. The girls probably thought that this would be one rather unpleasant evening but once I had beaten them into submission, there was plenty more in store for them.
“Keep watching Elsa, I want you to understand what you have coming.”
She glared at me with open hostility.
In her full view I completed Ingrid’s humiliation by now peeling down the thong. It was more for show, since it afforded her no protection against my hands and little more for her modesty but still by removing her knickers I was showing her clearly who was in charge. She offered surprisingly little resistance. I am sure the young trollop was no stranger to having her knickers removed but still I was not a handsome young man with roguish charm but a man easily old enough to be her father.  I know the Scandinavians are well known for their liberal values but they are also famously in thrall to all that feminist nonsense, as exemplified by Ingrid’s spoilt and entitled friend who say glaring at me as I now continued her spanking on the bare. It was a pleasant surprise, by contrast, how little fuss that Ingrid made having her nude bottom thrashed by a much older man.
My arm was starting to ache a little but I was very keen to deal with Elsa. The physical contrast between Ingrid’s chubby figure over my lap and Elsa’s much more athletic one would be interesting enough but there was the clear difference in personality. I had never seen a young woman more in need of chastisement than this haughty Swede.
I told Ingrid to stand up and that her punishment was over for now. I could see that her eyes had teared up and her makeup had run slightly as a result. I instructed her to remove her top and bra and to kneel on a chair with her hands on her head. Ingrid removed the tight white t-shirt. She then reached behind and unfastened her bra. Her tits were every bit as splendid as I had imagined them to be. They were big but firm and shapely, crowned with large pinkish nipples. I would have very much liked to play with them there and then but I had other pressing business. So, I let Ingrid obediently position herself on the chair as I had required.
Elsa continued to glare angrily at me. The humiliation of Ingrid doubtless went against every principle in her silly little head.  But if being an unwilling spectator of her friend’s punishment was bad enough, it was now her turn and I had no intention of going lightly on her.
“Strip” I said firmly.
“Surely that isn’t necessary. You can have your little fun time with my clothes on can’t you?” Elas asked in her ever so slightly accented English.
“No my dear, as I told your friend, for corporal punishment to be effective it must always be delivered on the bare.” I took a slightly school masterly tone in this, as if chiding a rather dull pupil.
“Get your clothes off.”
I knew from my little boat trips that when confronted with a recalcitrant female you must give any instruction with absolute confidence in it being followed.  Something in the female naturally responds to such dominance whereas any sign of weakness only invites disobedience. So it was with Elsa. She started to strip, reluctantly, but nevertheless strip she did.
Under her pretty summer dress she was wearing pale blue tanga briefs and a matching bra. The weather was too hot for much else. These came off too with even more reluctance. She now stood naked still with a scowl on her pretty face.
“You should smile more Elsa. You are so much prettier when you do” I said scornfully.
“Just get on with it.” she replied
“I want you to bend over and hold on to your ankles”
She looked at me with a mixture of contempt and bewilderment.
“DO IT!” I barked.
Elsa leaned forward and grabbed her ankles. Her taut body had barely an inch of spare fat on it. Her tits were larger than I had expect and they hung forward as she bent. They were so firm I wondered if they might be fake. I decided that I should show some appreciation for that lovely young body. Elsa flinched as my hands touched her back. She was probably expecting some physical contact but this clearly surprised her. I ran my hands over her back and shoulders before reaching round to cup her breasts in my hands.
“They are not as big as your friends but they are still jolly nice” I informed her.
Elsa looked disgusted but that did not deter me as my hands explored her belly and then wandered over the mound of her pussy.
She winced as my finger thrust between her labia, toying and teasing with them.
Then I removed my hands and placed them on my main target: her lovely tight bottom.
I had already decided that a spanking would not be severe enough for such an arrogant specimen of modern womanhood.  It really is amazing what monstrosities feminist indoctrination can produce when inculcated in the head of naturally good looking girl. With a greater sense of modesty and obeisance, Elsa could make a lovely girlfriend or wife to some young man instead of the harridan she was.
No, a spanking would not suffice. The only trouble was that I was almost as surprised as they were by this turn of events so I was not properly prepared to administer corporal punishment. The only thing I really had was the leather belt round my waist which I promptly removed.  Ingrid watched aghast as I did this. Was I really going to do that in front of her? My trousers stayed on for the time being at least. Instead of doing what Ingrid had suspected I doubled the belt in two and started thrashing Elsa’s insolent backside.
Her response showed how ill prepared she was.
She let out an almighty yell as the leather of my belt cracked against her butt cheek. Ingrid had much more padding down there so if I had intended to be fair it would have been better to deliver the less severe punishment to Elsa’s less well protected bottom but I had no desire to be fair. Her arrogant arse deserved every excruciating kiss of the belt.
“Aaaargh! Damn, you are hurting me. Stop it”
“It’s supposed to hurt you stupid girl!” I responded.
Ingrid watched her friend’s ordeal with intense attention and considerable sympathy. She winced every time the belt hit the other girl’s bottom. She was clearer the nicer of the two: I almost felt guilty about the beating I had just given her- almost.
Elsa’s bottom was now covered in wheals from the belting I was giving her. A couple of strokes came perilously close to the mouth of her pussy. They must have hurt like hell. It was having an obvious effect because her hauteur had all but vanished, replaced by fear and something remarkably like respect.  I could tell that she was doing her best not to cry. I landed two of my hardest strokes so far and her resolved cracked. She was started to bawl her eyes out, begging me to stop. This only provoked me to hit her again, even harder this time. Her legs buckled and she struggled not to collapse under the furious assault of my belt.
It was only because my own arm was getting a little sore that I decided to stop.

Forcing these two young beauties to submit to my will had understandably aroused powerful appetites in me. I was quite taken aback at the strength of these appetites. It had been quite some time since I had felt their pull so powerfully and they urgently needed attending to.
The two Swedish girls looked at me anxiously wondering what I had planned next. They surely hadn’t forgotten my threat of using the cane on them. It would be useful having that threat hanging over them during what I planned next.
I gestured to Ingrid.
“You girl, get on all fours and stick your arse right out.”
To Elsa: “kneel next to her facing in the opposite direction”
Both girls looked completely bewildered and more than a little terrified.
I was now standing next to them. Ingrid’s bright red arse looked extremely inviting but I chose to continue Elsa’s humbling. Before she knew what was happening my cock was in her mouth. I am sure that even if she had previously performed a version of this act willingly, to do so now and in such a demeaning position would be utterly demeaning. Then I slipped my dick, freshly lubricated by her saliva deep into Ingrid’s tight young cunt. She howled in protest but I ignored her, holding firmly on to her shoulder I rammed myself inside her again and again. Then, once again, I stopped and put my cock which was now covered in her juices into her friend’s mouth. This ritual continued for a while until I could hold on no more. I was half way between Elsa’s mouth and Ingrid’s pussy when I spurted my hot cum all over the girl’s ripe bottom and back.
“You, clean that up!” I ordered Elsa. She looked around for a cloth.
“With your mouth” I growled.
As I watched Elsa licking my semen off her friend’s back and bottom, it gave me an idea for what I would like to do later…….