I have never thought of myself as being particularly submissive,but being married happily for many years, we have led full sex lives and indulged in roleplay on occasions. So what I am about to relate, for me is unusual and something that has not happened before. I am Heather, happily married to John, he has mentioned this site before and I have read some of the rather imaginative stories, however I thought my recent experience would entertain some of you. We often take short breaks with a well known hotel company in various parts of the country. I like to dress up which pleases John and generally misbehave for a few days. Anyway we arrived at the hall, which in fact had been my old school years ago.We quickly Checked in and decided to explore and get a drink. John went to the main bar; I thought I would check out the show bar and reserve our seats for later, this is where I met Richard the host and reservations man. He was immediately very attentive, probably down to the fact that I was wearing a very fitted jersey dress, red opaque stockings and red heels. I guess he was in his early sixties, very chatty and charming. He was insistent on me trying various seating positions to get the best view of the stage, one of which was a small balcony, it was a good position but had two short steps to the table, this was ok sitting down, but to stand I had to swing my legs around to the step top, rather like getting out of sports car; Richard held my hand, but as I swung around my dress simply slid up my legs, revealing stocking tops and suspender clips to a clearly delighted Richard. I imagine he may also have seen my panties, but just said it was wonderful to see a lady wearing stockings. I felt myself flush. I rather sheepishly said I always wear stockings as John likes me to. Richard reserved the seats and said that I should get back to the bar to John, he indicated that he would catch up with me later. The afternoon passed and we returned to our room and changed for dinner. I dressed in a loose above the knee floaty mustard coloured dress, nude stockings with black seam, black heels and matching black underwear. John approved. I felt quite sexy but still fresh in my mind was richard discovering what I was wearing that afternoon. Dinner went well, the food and wine was good. Dinner finished we were making our way to the show bar, when Richard appeared in the hallway.After greeting us he suggested that we might like a tour of the non public areas of the hall, especially the old school parts. John wasnt bothered but said I should go and explore, Richard was keen and escorted me hand noticeably around my waist into private areas of the hall. He continued chatting, asking questions about me, my likes and dislikes, my taste in clothes, even joking that hotels often had an arousing effect on some female clients, perhaps foolishly I agreed that sometimes that did happen with me. After around 20 minutes we ended up in the original headmistress,s office, a marvellous wood panelled office on an upper floor, a beautiful walnut desk and an enormous walnut and greem leather chair. Richard asked if I had been in it before, I replied once only to be punished for smoking in the dorms. I should have made my excuses and rejoined John in the show bar at that point, but I didnt. Richard sensed my unease and asked if I was still a naughty girl. I answered saying it depends on what you might call naughty. His response was that he considered it both naughty and tarty to show my underwear to other men, such as I did with him earlier today. I spluttered something about it being an accident and that I couldnt help it. He asked if I thought I should be punished . I said no and walked towards the door, but he took my arm and brought me back towards the chair, sitting down he pulled me down over his knees, with one arm over my back he held me in position, telling me that in his view girls like me needed teaching basic good behaviour. Without another word I had several proper hard slaps on my bum, my legs kicking out, shoes flicking onto the floor. I told him that he hurt me and to stop and that I would behave. He took no notice as I felt my dress being lifted and folded over my back, viewing my black sheer panties and six strap suspender belt, he said young ladies should not display such underwear so readily. I felt him take hold of my panties and pull them down to my ankles; then more slaps and my upturned bum, making me wriggle and squirm, even worse I could feel his growing erection through my dress, my bum was hot and burning, Even worse I was starting to get moist, something he was aware of as he stroked my glowing bum running his fingers over my sex. He told me to stand and bend over the desk, ankles hobbled by my panties I did as I was told. He stood behind me, and said that I should be ashamed for getting wet and that he would have to do something about that, I assumed that meant more spanking and braced myself. No spanks came but richard bent down and lifted my heel pulling off my panties and the pushed my legs further apart. I realised he was going to fuck me, as within seconds I felt his cock pushing at my pussy lips, then he was in deeply , he held my hips and pulled me onto his very large cock. It was all too much for me and disgracefully I came within minutes, he carried on pumping me , telling me that this is what happens to cock teasing girls. When he came he flooded into me, he seemed to come for ages. When he pulled out his cum was leaking from me, he used my black panties to wipe his cock, then said you had better put these on or you will be leaving a trail behind you. He more or less dismissed me, and I found my way back to the show bar, my panties sticking to my engorged pussy as I walked. John was still in the room watching a comedian, he simply said did richard see to you.