Mile High Club Spanking

Mile High Club spanking stories. 

When I left university, I wasn’t sure what to do next. A girlfriend worked as a flight attendant and she suggested that I apply for the job. Her stories of sneaking sex with business class passengers, wild parties during stopovers, and secret lesbian encounters with other stewardesses made it sound like a dream job. Later that night, I fingered myself to fantasies about sucking off pilots in the cockpit.  And maybe indulging in a little Mile High Club spanking with rich businessmen.

As I rubbed my clit and humped my pillow, I imagined taking beautiful female passengers into the toilets during night flights and making them go down on me until I came. The following morning, I filled out an application for flight attendant training.

The training was actually quite intensive and there was certainly no time for Mile High Club spanking or wild parties! 

The reality of the job was that it was bloody hard work and passengers can be a pain in the arse. Some were nice, most were tired from their journeys and took stewardesses for granted, and a few were downright rude and arrogant. I quickly learned which passengers I could flirt with and how to create opportunities to tease and arouse them.

I wasn’t always nice. One night at about 3 AM a clumsy man in first class spilled his drink all over my skirt. Visions of a Mile High Club spanking sprang to mind. So, I went straight to the galley to try and sponge it off and the fool followed me, whispering apologies. I felt tired and fed up and in a total bitch mood. I didn’t have time for his bullshit offers to give him my phone number so that he could pay for my dry cleaning.

Doesn’t he think we get vouchers for that kind of thing? 

If he thought he could have sex with me on a plane and join the Mile High Club, he was crazy. The idiot persisted and even tried to dab at the stain with his hanky. Enough was enough. I looked around the galley area and the aisles. Most people were asleep and we were alone. I slapped him hard around the face, shocking him into stunned silence. This wasn’t going to be a slow sensual pegging. Oh no!

When he didn’t react or try to leave, I knew he was mine. This bitch was about to be initiated into the Mile High Club Spanking Division! I twisted his ear and ground my heel into his instep. “I ought to make you get on your knees and eat my pussy, but you might enjoy that you pig!” I whispered sharply as I twisted his nipple through his striped shirt. “Drop your trousers – and give me your belt.” He hesitated, not believing that I was serious. To wake him up, I began to spank him where he stood, slapping his backside and legs as hard as I could.

A minute later, I sat on a folding crew seat in the galley and pulled my passenger down over my lap for his spanking. 

His trousers and shorts were around his ankles and I spanked his bare arse without mercy. Although I was genuinely turned on, I was also in a terrible mood and I really took my frustrations out on him. My passenger writhed and grunted as I spanked him and his hard cock pressed against my thighs.

I must have been especially focused on spanking the wretch because my own palm began to hurt. Fortunately, this wasn’t the first time I’d given someone a severe spanking and I knew exactly what to do. And I also knew this wouldn’t be my last Mile High Club spanking!

I loved the feeling of power from giving the passenger his mile high spanking. 

I reached for his expensive leather belt, folded it in half, and ran it teasingly over his face and his burning buttocks. By now I was as horny as hell and I ground my thighs together to stimulate my clit. If I wasn’t careful, I’d squirt and my spare uniform was in the hold!

As my pussy responded to my own kneading thighs, I even began to have thoughts about taking my victim into the loo and initiating him into the Mile High Club. Instead, I decided to punish him even more. I brought the belt down with a satisfying crack on his bare arse. He struggled and stifled a yelp as I punished him with another stroke, and then a third. By the time I’d finished with him, he’d have to stand for the rest of the flight. The very first member of the Mile High Club Spanking Division…

Now bend over and call me…

EMILY

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