There was a clear sky above the city of Prague, but the streets seemed empty. Samantha was surprised that she was the only person present; this was supposed to be a busy shopping street after all. All the stores were closed too, despite it being a regular Wednesday.
When she took her phone from her purse and connected to the internet to search for an explanation, she found out this day was a holiday in the country she was visiting.
Samantha was quite annoyed at this discovery. She had planned to spend most of her day shopping. She was on this city-trip with two of her friends and none of them had known the shops would be closed this day. There hadn’t been any mentions of it at the hotel they were staying at either.
Her friends were still at the hotel. They were a married couple and had invited Samantha to join them on this trip. They shared a large hotel-room with two separate two-person bedrooms.
They had arrived on Monday and spent most of their time together. After those first two days however, her friends had subtly made her know they wanted some privacy. Samantha knew when she became a third wheel and had offered to spend the whole day by herself in town. They still had the rest of the week to spend together.
Her friends would have to get their privacy some other time, Samantha decided. She couldn’t spend a whole day outside if everything was closed. Still annoyed, she returned to the hotel.
Their room was on the third floor of the hotel. There was a do-not-disturb sign on the door, probably to stop the maintenance crew from coming in. When Samantha entered with her key, the room was empty however.
She was surprise for a moment, until she heard a sound coming from her friends’ bedroom. It was a strange noise, like a very slow applause, two hands slowly clapping. Samantha blushed, thinking she might be hearing the fleshy sound of sex; having run into her friends with their bodies intimately bumping into each-other.
What else had she expected? Samantha thought. What else would her friends be doing when she left them alone in their hotel-room for a day, offering them their privacy. She should leave now before they realized she had returned.
She could not. There was something off about the sounds she was hearing. She could not quite place it, but it did not sound like sex. Not like any she’d ever had. The rhythm was just too slow, the impact of flesh against flesh too perfectly clear. Her curiosity bound her to stay and find out what was going on.
Samantha moved closer to her friends’ bedroom door. As the sound became clearer, she could hear a faint moaning following each of the fleshy smacks.
When she neared the door, the sound suddenly stopped and Samantha froze, fearing they might have heard her.
“I’ve told you a dozen time before, Amy.” Her friend Cedric suddenly said, his voice loud and clear through the door. “You should not make such a mess of our room and just because we’re in a hotel-room instead of our apartment, that doesn’t change anything.”
Amy’s reply came in a muted voice. “Yes, Sir.” She said.
Samantha could barely hear her, but she recognized her friend’s voice. It felt odd hearing her address her husband as Sir; just like it was weird to hear him speak so sternly to her. They always seemed to get along so well.
She wondered if they were having a fight, she’d never seen them fight before; but no, this was different. When that sound that had attracted her attention before returned – even louder now – she suddenly realized what it was.
Her friend Amy was getting a spanking from her husband.
Samantha’s mouth dropped open. This was not what she had expected when leaving them alone for a day. Still, she could not say she was surprised. Somehow it made sense to her, if any of her friends were into such things, it would be Amy and Cedric.
She turned to leave, double concerned now that they found out she’d walked in on them. Discovering their secret like this would be worse than walking in on them having sex, she thought. She could not help but look around the room however.
Cedric was right. It was a mess. The suitcases were only half-unpacked and there were clothes everywhere. Even underwear and lingerie to her surprise. What he had not mentioned, was that at least half this mess was Samantha’s and not just Amy’s.
Samantha blushed deeply and fought back an urge to clean the room right away. She was not the one in trouble. She hadn’t married a man who would spank her for such untidiness, nor had she received ‘dozens’ of warnings as Amy had supposedly had.
She could not clean the room any way. Her friends might hear her and even if they didn’t, they would still wonder why she suddenly decided to clean. Instead, she forced herself to ignore the mess and the sounds behind her – the moaning was louder now too, pierced with the occasional squeal – and made her way out of the room.
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