December 1st 2024.
This week's On Call episode is quite a memorable one for me. I vividly remember the time when I got a bit frisky in the top rooms of Westminster Abbey. Let me tell you, it was a chilly day and I was sweating by the time I reached the top, having ditched my heels and conquered several steep flights of stairs.
Accompanying me was an 80-something bishop, let's call him John, who couldn't contain his giggles as we made our way up the stairs, keys jingling in his hand. Despite his age, he had more energy than me after that climb. So, why were we there? Well, Bishop John had a fantasy of being spanked and he wanted it to happen in one of the most iconic and holy buildings in London.
As we entered the highest point of the building, I was a bit disappointed to see that it didn't look as majestic or holy as I had imagined. Instead of stained glass windows, there were computers and clerical robes hanging on the door. Nonetheless, Bishop John wasted no time in heading over to the window that overlooked the street and the tourists below. He lowered his trousers, revealing his pale, quivering buttocks, and I gave him a few slaps with my bare hand. But, that was just a warm-up. I reached into my bag and pulled out my wooden paddle hairbrush for the real deal.
Now, here's something you wouldn't have guessed - Bishop John is actually quite well-known in the spanking scene. He runs monthly events and has even appeared in several spanking films. Of course, the church has no idea about his extra-curricular activities. It's quite intriguing how he manages to balance his public image with his secret desires. I imagine he enjoys the irony of it all, with pictures of him shaking hands with George Carey in his home, overlooking all the debauchery.
But, let's not forget the risk he's taking. After all, he's just an old white guy with a beard, and they're quite common. Plus, in the world of porn, people are always looking at the women anyway. Besides, he's been at it since the 1990s, so he probably feels pretty safe by now.
I first met Bishop John about ten years ago when his beautiful three-story home in south London was used to produce a custom spanking film. It was for a private buyer who spent a whopping £100,000 a year on films of "school girls" getting spanked by other women. We had a makeshift script and a standard plot - I played an aggrieved teacher who had to discipline two schoolgirls, who were actually in their thirties. One of them even had a fiery tattoo covering most of her bottom, which kind of ruined the whole "school girl" vibe. And she kept whimpering in a rather orgasmic manner, which wasn't really what we were going for.
But, we still managed to shoot five scenes and Bishop John was kind enough to offer us all celebratory wine at the wrap party. As we drank and chatted, the topic of kink and Christianity came up. The bishop seemed quite fascinated by my "religious insights" - or maybe it was just my stockinged thighs and resilient liver that caught his attention. Either way, he hired me to spank him regularly after that night, usually about once a month.
His preferred setting for our role-play was usually semi-public, where there was a chance of getting caught. So, we would often go to wooded areas or parks. To each their own, I guess. Our scenarios were usually quite slapstick, like him getting caught stealing frilly knickers from a woman's washing line. In those instances, I would play the role of a "correction officer" who had to dispense some immediate justice by giving him a good flogging. It was a form of retribution, I suppose.
Back in the Abbey, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as I heard a creak, fearing that a security guard might burst in on us. We were in here after hours, but Bishop John had assured me that the walls were solid stone, so we were safe. Even someone who's not particularly religious, like me, couldn't help but feel a certain thrill at the idea of breaking some rules in such a historic and holy place. It was like a thousand years of history turned into a backdrop for some kinky fun.
As I continued to spank Bishop John, his head rested against the window and I couldn't help but think that a passing tourist might suddenly look up and see us. But, even if they did, all they would see is a dedicated man of God, lost in sombre contemplation. They would have no idea that a "tart" was bashing away at his rear end.
At one point, I considered using a bible to give him a good whack, but I figured I had committed enough sins for one day. It's quite a tense dynamic, this merging of religion and kink. Bishop John seems equally fascinated and appalled by it. I have to be careful not to push him too far, or he might get offended.
After countless lashings, Bishop John's cheeks were bruised and tingling as he thanked me for making one of his longest-held fantasies come true. He then led me to the pub, where we had a drink. He promised me that we would never do it again, but who knows, maybe he'll change his mind if he needs to atone for some sins in the future.
So, that's the story of how I spanked Bishop John in Westminster Abbey after hours, all because he had a key. It's quite a unique experience, and if you have a story to share, don't hesitate to get in touch by emailing us.
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