Student job (part 3)

NAked woman tied to a store sign in a shopping street

Sophie stood stock-still in the store’s basement while the customer fastened a black leather collar around her neck. Ever since her boss – the owner of the sex store she worked at – had given his friend permission to spank her; she’d been helping out the customers in various different ways. She had gotten a few spankings since then, but not many realized her offer to help went as far as that. She had also let someone tie her up with ropes to test their strength and had showcased various sets of lingerie for some very happy customers; it did look better on a real girl than on picture on the box after all. One shy girl had asked her how one of the vibrators worked, so Sophie had shown her in the privacy of the changing rooms and another customer had wanted to try out the various types of nipple clamps on her. The more work Sophie had done, the more confident she had become; she was no longer shy about her nudity or arousal. She had started to serve the customers out in the store, leaving the changing rooms available for other couples. This had also lowered the sexual tension in the store as customers would be less shy about entering a sex store when such activities could be openly discussed and even practiced. They were also more inclined to participate and thus buy things when they were aroused by Sophie’s aid or even just seeing her help another customer. It reminded Sophie at times of the tasty samples at large stores that lured you into buying their products. Two other people were looking at her today, while she was trying on collars for this customer. She wouldn’t be surprised if they as well would be considering how their partner would look like with one of these collars on.
“Perhaps I should take off my shirt.” She said as the customer was still hesitant after she’d worn nearly a dozen different collars. “It’ll give you an idea of how it will look like against bare skin.”
The customer raised an eyebrow. “Eh, sure.” He said, obviously surprised as the offer. “I guess I’ll make her wear it more often without clothes after all.”
Sophie smiled as she started undoing the buttons of her shirt. She didn’t really think this would help him make a choice; but seeing her nearly naked would certainly arouse the customer greatly. His desire would certainly speed up the deciding process. To make sure her plan worked, she unhooked her bra as well to uncover her breasts. The other customers came closer to have a look, no longer hiding their interest.
Sophie did not blush when the customer licked his lips as he stared at her. “Could you try on this one again?” He asked while handing her one of the other collars.
“Of course, sir.” Sophie replied; replacing the collar she was wearing with the one he offered. Truth be told, she was deeply aroused to be bared in front of these strangers. It was odd to realize she hadn’t known this aspect of herself until a few weeks ago.
“Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll take this one.” The customer said.
“A great choice, sir.” Sophie said. “I like this one as well.” She handed him the collar she was wearing and started to dress again. ‘Success!’ She thought. Just one glimpse of her breasts and the choice was made. The customer looked disappointed for a moment when she started to dress again. He must’ve just realized he could’ve asked her to try on the others as well; to be able to enjoy the view for just a bit longer.
The other customers closed in on her, probably itching to ask her for her help now that they knew how helpful she could really be. But before they could ask their questions, a voice came from upstairs: “Sophie, could you come up here for a moment, please?” It was her boss.

After excusing herself to the customers, Sophie made her way up the stairs. Her boss did not often call for her during work. He had not spanked her since that first time either. But ever since, she had that slight feeling of dread whenever he called. Had she perhaps done something wrong, was she perhaps in trouble and would she be spanked again? So far, she hadn’t, sometimes she felt disappointed that it hadn’t come to that again. “How can I help you, sir?” She asked. Her boss was waiting for her by the register.
“I wanted to ask you a favor, Sophie.” Her boss said.
Sophie smiled while holding back a sigh; still no new spanking. “Anything I can do to help out.” She said.
Her boss smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that. I don’t know if you know, but this weekend is the store’s fifteenth anniversary. For this once I’m keeping the store open on Sunday for a special celebration. I want you to come too and help out. I have something special planned actually.”
“Sure.” Sophie replied. “I don’t have anything planned yet, I’d love to help out. So, what do you want me to do, just help the customers like regularly?”
Her boss handed her a piece of paper. “Here, I’ve written it all down. You should read it carefully and sign it if you want to participate. It’s a bit different from usual, so I understand if you don’t want to. If you don’t, it’s ok if you just come over and help the customers like on a normal day.”
Sophie took the paper and read it slowly. A blush crept on her face the farther she read. Yes, this definitely was different from usual. She tried to look at the proposal from different angles. If she did not do it, her boss would be disappointed, he might find her lack of enthusiasm to help the store reason to spank her again. But it wasn’t the fear of another spanking that made her consider accepting the proposal. Just reading about her boss’ plans had her wet with arousal. She already knew she was going to go through with it; it was just a bit embarrassing to admit that she would do it because she wanted to do it; because it turned her on. “Do you have a pen?” She asked her boss, before signing at the bottom of the page.

On Sunday, a bright banner flew outside the sex store, announcing its 15th anniversary. Sophie stood outside the door, it was her job to lure as many customers as possible. A short piece of rope tied her hands above her head, firmly attached to the store’s welcome sign. She wore not a stitch. Completely naked, she smiled at the passerby’s. The sex store was not located in a busy street, but there were still plenty of people, just outside the city’s busy shopping center. As the sun rose to its midday-peak, more and more people entered the shaded street, word was getting around of the sex-store’s marketing stunt. Sophie blushed as the potential customers passed her on the street. She felt vulnerable with her hands tied above her head; she’d been unable to defend her naked body from the strangers inching past her. So far, no-one had tried to touch her and she knew her boss was keeping a close eye out to protect her if they did. But that did not make it any less scary or exciting. More than a few men and women came looking at her without actually entering the store; but she knew that inside it was crowded as well. They already had more customers today than they would normally in a week. She had lost count on how many; she wondered how long it would take until the lucky winner arrived and whether they would actually get one hundred and fifty customers on a single day.
It was well past noon and Sophie’s arms and legs were getting tired – despite the few short breaks – from standing tied up at the front door. The street was still much busier than usual, when an older gentleman entered the store and the sounds of celebration suddenly became a lot louder. A short time later, her boss came out. “It’s time.” He said. “Are you ready?”
Sophie blushed. “Yes, sir.” She said. “Happy to get out these ropes and out of plain view.” She blushed again as she entered the store. The room was totally packed with customers and people browsing. In here, people made less of a secret of staring at her. In the privacy of the store, her nudity somehow became more intimate than it had been outside. Especially since she was the only one naked in a dense crowd. The man who had entered the store just before her was standing beside one of the desks in the middle of the room. Normally the desk held a collection of cheap sex toys for sale. It was empty for today’s occasion. This man was today’s lucky winner; he was older, with some grey in his hair, but quite attractive. He was smiling, Sophie’s boss must’ve already explained to him what he’d won by being the one hundredth and fiftieth customer. He was holding a long, rectangular paddle; aptly named ‘the birthday paddle’.
Sophie stepped up to him and kissed him three times on his cheeks; nearly rubbing her naked body against his. “Congratulations.” She said.
“Thank you.” The man said. “When I saw you outside, I couldn’t help but come in and see what else this store had to offer. I wouldn’t have dreamt it’d come to this however.”
Sophie smiled. “Are you ready to help us celebrate our anniversary, sir?” She asked.
“Ready when you are.” He said.
All eyes followed Sophie as she made her way towards the empty desk. No one pretended to be browsing the products as they watched her bend over it, arching her bottom high up in the air. Her boss must have made the announcement not just to the winner, but out loud for everyone to hear. Before being fully bent over, she noticed some people at the windows, looking in but too shy to come inside. She blushed as she suddenly felt a hand on her bottom.
“It’s going to be one hundred and fifty smacks for this fifteen year anniversary.” The winner said, his hand softly squeezing her bottom. “Are you ready?”
Sophie bit her lip. She’d gotten a few spankings since working here, but nothing too serious. Normally she’d ask for a warmup before letting a customer try out an implement. “Ready.” She said.
The paddle came down with a loud thump and Sophie squealed softly. The man wasn’t holding back, not even this early in her paddling. “One!” She counted out loud, biting back the pain. She knew her boss would interfere if things got too rough. The paddle came down firmly against her backside, again and again. Sophie moaned and whimpered, counting out each stroke loud enough that everyone could hear. By the time she reached twenty, her bottom was red and glowing. At forty her moans were replaced by soft squeals. She kicked her legs and wiggled her bottom back and forth, but there was no escape from the large paddle. The smacks kept coming until she screamed out “Seventy-five!”
For a moment, the pain stopped coming. A hand was placed on her behind. “Who thinks we should give this brave girl a little pause?” The man who had been paddling her asked. Opinions in the store were divided, some wanted him to continue until the end, to make her scream and beg; others agreed that she deserved the pause for how well she had accepted the paddling thus far. The winner seemed to agree with the second half; he softly massaged her bright red bottom, rubbing away some of the pain. Sophie moaned deeply at the stranger’s intimate touch. She did not care for the other customer’s giggling remarks and snide comments as they noticed her arousal. Unfortunately, it did not take long for the winner to take up the paddle again and announce it was part for the second half.
Sophie braced herself as the paddle sunk into her bottom for the fifty-sixth time. She counted again and this time the crowd counted with her. After every smack, they cheered the number as she said it, their noise drowning out her squeals and moans. Sophie bathed in their enthusiasm, for a while it even pushed back the pain. But when the count reached the hundred mark, Sophie’s squeals rivalled their cheers. The last twenty or thirty smacks, she screamed and sobbed as loud as the customers celebrated. But the end was near. The last ten smacks came slowly as the customers counted down to zero. Each smack landed firmly across her fiery red bottom. And then, it was over. The crowd cheered and the winner handed the birthday paddle back to her boss. Sophie remained bent over the desk. The pain in her bottom to severe to stand up.
“You did great, Sophie.” Her boss said as he walked up to her. “Near the end, I thought I might need to end it early, but you held on remarkably.” He massaged her bottom softly as he spoke to her. The pain slowly diminished, until she felt like she could stand again. Her boss picked up a chair and placed it on the desk. Sophie climbed on top of the table and blushed as she saw the hard-wooden surface. “Can I have a pillow please?” She asked.
Her boss smiled and threw one up at her. “A pillow for your throne.” He said and then handed her a paper crown as well. Sophie winced as she sat down – even with the pillow – and placed the crown on her head. “An applause for Sophie, please.” Her boss said and the customers broke into applause.
Sophie blushed as she sat in the middle of attention, still fully naked and now with a bright red bottom. As a reward for taking the anniversary spanking, she now resided as queen over the store for the rest of the day; receiving drinks and snacks from her boss and customers alike.

At the end of the day, when all the customers had left and Sophie had helped her boss clean up after the busy celebration; Sophie approached her boss again. She was still fully naked, for after a full day of nudity in front of so many people, she did not see why she should be embarrassed to be naked still. There was still one job Sophie had to do today; one part that was not mentioned in the paper she had signed; even her boss knew nothing of it. But just like everything else today, it was very different from anything she had ever done before for her job. “I still have a gift to give you, sir.” She said.
Her boss smiled at her. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” He said. “Everything you did today was more than enough.”
Sophie smiled. “But I wanted to.” She said. Her bottom was still glowing and sore as she knelt down in front of her boss. He did not protest when she undid his trousers; his dick was hard and ready for her when she freed it and took it in her mouth. She took him deep and sucked him inside. Her boss moaned deeply, rocking his hips back and forth. Today’s events must have had their influence on him because it did not take long for him to cum with a massive groan and ejaculate onto her waiting tongue and lips. Sophie stood up after swallowing all she could. “Did you like your gift?” she asked with a grin.
“I loved it.” Her boss replied with a broad smile, resting his hands on her naked body.
“We could do it more often.” Sophie said. “That is if you don’t mind dating an employee.”
“I wouldn’t mind at all.” Her boss said with a grin. “Though I don’t know how I feel about my girl getting too intimate with my customers.”
Sophie blushed. “I still have a job to do, of course.” She said slyly. “But if it gets too out of hand, you can always just spank me for it.”
Her boss smiled broadly. “Then it is agreed.” He said. “But there is one last thing you need to know it you are to date me.”
“What’s that?” Sophie asked.
“I always make sure to reciprocate and reward my girl for her efforts.” Her boss said as he pulled her closer and pushed her over his desk. His hand moved down her red bottom, between her thighs and two fingers slid inside of her. Sophie squealed in surprise and moaned deeply as her boss finger-fucked her. Just like him, the intense day had her turned on to such a degree that she came squirming after just a few thrusts. “Please, I want you!” she begged as her boss kept thrusting even after her first orgasm. Her boss entered her shortly after, thrusting his dick deep inside of her as he fucked her. Sophie came again before he did. “Happy anniversary,” she said to the sounds of his hips smacking against her sore, red bottom.

The forest fire (part 1)

outdoors in her underwear

The sound of insects in the tall grass and the twittering of birds in the treetops was all that accompanied Emma’s footsteps on the narrow dirt path. She was all alone, deep in the forest, her map and compass the only thing to guide her way. She wasn’t lost of course, Emma had walked this path a dozen times before. Emma loved this part of the country, the large forests and nature nearly unmarked by civilization. If you knew your way, you could walk for days without coming across any village or road. Emma knew her way, she had stayed at nearly every hotel available in the area. Once or twice a month she stayed the weekend to take these long, relaxing walks. Today, she had taken one of her favourite routes. It was a narrow path that climbed quickly along the side of the hill. On her left, on the side of hill, were huge grey boulders that had stood there for such a long time that they had trees growing in them. On her right, the forest plunge down into a narrow canyon with a calm, but deep river. Emma had often found wildlife in this spot, deer and other animals that would climb down towards this calmer part of the river to drink. She therefore kept a close eye on the forest to her right, hoping to see one today. What she did not notice was the growth of blackberry brambles that had overgrown the narrow path. The blackberry vines served as trip wires as they lay across the path; and Emma quickly lost her balance as she walked into them unawares. With a cry, she fell forwards; but when she grabbed the brambles, she recoiled from their sharp thorns. She rolled down to the right and with a shriek, she started to slide down the steep hill. With nothing to grab onto during her fall, her speed increased until she was no longer able to stop herself. Miraculously, she managed to reach the bottom without hitting a tree; even though her clothes were dirty and ripped from all the mud and bushes she had passed through. She made it all the way into the river; deep enough to swallow her whole.
Spluttering, Emma surfaced. She quickly swam to the shore and climbed out of the cold water. She was drenched, her ripped clothing soaked through and through. There was no way out of the canyon except for climbing the steep hill back up to the path; but first she needed to rest. She knew there was very little chance that anyone would find her, not many people passed on these small, forgotten roads. Besides, she was certain she could save herself. It was only a short walk back to the hotel if she reached the path.
From her backpack, Emma fished her emergency package. She unfolded the emergency blanket on the forest floor and placed her shoes on top. It was a warm day, so she decided to undress to help her clothes dry. Her trousers and t-shirt she hung on the lower branches of one of the trees. Her underwear she kept on. No-one would find her here, but she still didn’t want to go fully naked out in the open. She used some of her bottled water to clean out the scrapes on her arms from her fall. The deeper cuts she cleaned with alcohol and protected with some band aids. She had a few bruises on her ribs; but all in all, she’d gotten of lucky after such a fall. After taking care of herself, Emma wondered how long she’d have to wait for her clothes to dry. It was warm, but beneath the shadow of the trees, it could take a long time. Eventually she decided to make a small fire to speed up the process. With the tools in her emergency package it did not take long until she had a small, warm fire going. While her clothes slowly dried, Emma at her lunch at the bottom of the canyon.

“Who is down there?” A voice suddenly questioned.
Emma looked up in surprise. She had really not expected anyone to pass by here. “Down here! I fell off the path.” She yelled, before realizing she was still half-naked beside the fire.
The sound of someone climbing down the steep hill was quickly followed by the figure of a man scrambling down the side of the hill. He had attached a rope somewhere up by the path and quickly reached the bottom where Emma was waiting. It was a handsome man, wearing some kind of uniform. He looked surprised to see Emma sitting in her underwear. “Are you okay?” He asked.
Emma blushed as the man looked her up and down. He made no secret of his appreciation of the view. “Yes, fine.” Emma said. “I took a plunge in the river, but I wasn’t hurt, just some scrapes and bruises.”
“Are you sure?” The man asked. “Do you need any help getting back up the hill?”
“No, no.” Emma said blushingly. She didn’t need any help, she wasn’t some helpless tourist after all. “I can manage on my own.”
“Well, in that case, I should tell you that you can’t start a fire here.” The man said, crossing her arms
Emma looked at the fire, surprised at his strict tone. “My clothes got wet in the river. I was just drying them quickly.” She explained.
“I understand why you were doing it.” The man said. “But it’s not allowed. I’m the forester that is responsible for this part of the woods. When I saw your fire, I immediately came here. You will have to put it out.”
Emma blushed, but did not argue. She kicked up the dirt around the fire to quickly put it out. “Sorry, I didn’t know it wasn’t allowed.” She said.
The forester nodded. “I’ll need to know your name and the hotel where you’re staying. I’ll have to make a report of this. You’ll get a copy of it when it’s done. You’ll probably just get a warning because it’s your first violation. But a fine is possible too. It depends on the mood of my supervisor. If it happens a second time, you’ll be banned from the area.”
Emma gasped. “What? No, please. I love this place, I don’t want to be banned. Honestly, I didn’t know, I just wanted to dry my clothes.”
The forester looked down at her. She must’ve look pitiable and cute, still half-naked and disheveled from her fall. “You don’t need to worry about that. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He said. “I really need to make a report, I can’t let you of with just a warning.”
Emma blushed. “Don’t let me of with just a warning then. But don’t make a report either. I’m sure we can solve this in some unofficial way.”
The forester smiled. “Well, unless you’re willing to accept a spanking, I suggest you let me write this report.”
Emma blushed. The suggestion had sounded like a joke; but she would do anything to avoid being banned from her walks. “I’ll take it.” She said. The fact that she had often fantasized about spanking as a more adventurous sex-life obviously helped form the decision as well. “You can spank me. I promise I’ll be a good girl and learn my lesson. I’ll never make a fire again.”
The forester raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” He asked. “It’s just a report.”
Emma blushed again. This time it did not sound like a joke. “Yes.” She said. “I’m sure.”

The forester took off his backpack and sat it down on Emma’s emergency blanket on the forest floor. “Very well.” He said. “I’ll make sure you’ll remember to read the forest guidelines the next time you want to talk a walk.” He took Emma’s wrist and pulled her towards the tree that was serving as a clothesline for her wet trousers and shirt. “Bend over and put your hands against the tree.” He said.
Emma obediently bent over, placing her hands against the rough bark. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. she did not really feel embarrassed or ashamed of starting a fire in the forest; she felt excited for what was about to happen.
The forester moved behind her. Emma felt his hands on her hips, slowly sliding down the side of her legs. She had to stifle a moan at the intimate touch. She gasped in surprise when he firmly grasped her ankles and pulled them apart. “Spread.” He said and Emma obediently spread her legs. Bent over and with her legs apart, she had no choice but to lean on the tree to keep her balance. “Keep your hands in front of you.” The forester said. “I still have some rope left and I won’t hesitate to tie you up if I have to.”
Emma blushed and bit her lip, wondering what she had gotten herself into. When the forester smacked her bottom with an open hand, she moaned softly. The sting spread through her buttocks quickly; not protected by the thin fabric of her panties. He landed a flurry of smacks across her bottom, not very hard, but imprinting a sting all over her behind. Emma squealed softly when the next smack was suddenly harder. Her cheeks bounced under the impact of the forester’s full-armed swings and her cries echoed in the forest. The birds in the trees had gone silent. The sting now quickly built up to real pain as the blows kept coming. Emma’s fingers dug into the tree’s bark, trying to stop herself from reaching back. The forester did not talk; but landed one solid smack after the other. He did not need to scold her, Emma knew well enough what she was being punished for. She blushed then, realizing her excitement might have been misplaced. She should’ve been embarrassed for risking a fire in the forest. As the realization that she deserved this punishment got through to her; her cries and curses were replaced by moans and pleas.
“It seems like I’m starting to get through to you.” The forester said. He took a small break from assaulting her bottom. Instead he rubbed it softly, his firm strong hands squeezing her sensitive, sore buttocks.”
“Yes, sir.” Emma said. “I’m really sorry for my actions.”
The forester hooked a finger behind Emma’s panties. “Time for the second part then.” He said and he slowly pulled them down.
Emma shrieked and reached back with one hand, grabbing hold of her panties before he could bare her bottom and worse with her spread legs not able to hide anything more.
“Hands in front of you, young lady!” The forester said. “Don’t make me get the rope.”
Emma mumbled something unintelligibly.
“Now!” The forester said.
Emma blushed, but pulled back her hand, letting the forester pull down her panties. Her bared bottom was bright red and her pussy still dripping with excitement, despite the pain and embarrassment.
“Close your legs.” The forester commanded. Emma obeyed and he pulled her panties all the way down and off. “Now get back in position.”
Blushingly, Emma spread her legs again, showing of her excitement. The forester placed his hand on her now bare bottom, stroking it softly. When he raised his hand, Emma braced herself for the second part of her punishment. The smacks came down hard, but slowly. The forester made sure her whole bottom was covered in a deep red sting. Emma moaned and squealed at each painful stroke. She begged and pleaded. She promised she’d be a good girl, that she’d never start a fire again. The forester relentlessly spanked her defenseless bottom until Emma stood shaking on her feet. When he finally stopped, she was out of breath and her bottom was a swollen mass of red glowing skin.
“It’s getting late.” The forester said. “You should probably be heading back to your hotel.”
Emma blushed. At the end, she had been begging him to stop. She had promised him she’d do anything to end the pain. When she looked at the forester, still fully dressed in his uniform, she was reminded of her own nudity; all her clothes gone except for her bra. She had been kind of expecting him to take advantage of her offered pleas. Her own excitement should have been plainly visible to him. “Can I get dressed?” She asked, slightly confused.
“You can walk back naked.” The forester said.
Emma blushed deeply.
“But that’s your own choice of course. If I were you I would get dressed first.”
Emma blushed even more deeply, but quickly picked up her panties from where the forester had dropped them. They felt rough against the sensitive skin of her bottom; but they were nothing compared to her trousers. Those were still damp and fit snuggly on her bottom on a normal day. Now, with her bottom swollen and sensitive, they were agonizingly tight. After pulling on her shirt over her head, Emma tried to pretend not to feel her trousers constant reminder of her recent punishment.
“Do you want a hand up the hill?” The forester asked.
“Yes, please.” Emma replied, no longer sure she’d make it up there by herself.
“You go first.” The forester said, pointing at the rope that was still hanging down the incline. “I’ll come after.”
With her backpack on her shoulders, Emma grabbed the rope and started the climb. The unusual movement made her trousers stretch even more, making her wince and whimper as she climbed up the hill. The forester had to help her often; shoving her upwards with a hand placed firmly on her sore, sensitive bottom. When she reached the top, the fire in her bottom was as fresh as right after her punishment. It would be a long walk back to the hotel.

A few hours later, Emma sat alone in her hotel room. She had reached the hotel safely, with no further incidents. In her room, she had stripped out of her wet, dirty clothes and taken a long, hot shower. Her bottom was still brightly pink and sore from her punishment. She did not remember much of how guilty she had felt for starting a fire; but she id remember the excitement and arousal. She was still disappointed that the forester had not taken things further. After putting on a dress – with a loose skirt that did not irritate her sensitive behind – she made her way to the hotel room’s bar.
Emma’s walk had been cut short and she still had quite some time to spend before she could retire to her room for the night. In the bar were a few soft-cushioned, lazy couches that would be a perfect place to relax after the day’s events. Sitting there, letting her bottom rest and enjoying a drink while thinking of what had happened; she suddenly noticed a familiar figure. The forester was in the bar at her hotel room. Emma blushed and ducked down deeper into the couch. She did not know if it was coincidence or if he had somehow found out where she stayed. Inevitably, the forester saw her. He smiled and waved. Emma waved back, wondering if he would come sit with her or not. She did not know whether she wanted him to or not. When he did, the butterflies in her stomach raised up again.
“Hello again.” The forester said. “I didn’t know you were staying here.”
Emma blushed. “Really? So, you didn’t follow me.”
The forester laughed. “No, but I could have.” He smiled. “I hope you’re not angry with me. You asked for what happened yourself, I could have just written the report; and you did deserve it.”
Emma blushed even deeper. “I know.” She said. “I’m not upset. But let’s not talk about it here where anyone can hear.”
The forester kept smiling. “Good. I’m glad to hear it. I won’t speak of it again. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He stood up. “I’ll leave you alone now.”
“No wait. Stay for a bit.” Emma said.
The forester raised an eyebrow and sat down again. “You still want my company after what I did to you?”
Emma bit her lip. “I wanted a lot more actually; when I said that I’d do anything I thought you’d want more too.”
The forester looked surprised. “You would’ve said anything to make me stop.” He said. “I didn’t think you’d actually want more…” He hesitated for a moment. “Though now that I think about it, you did look wetter than a plunge in the river could explain.”
They were both silent for a moment, Emma looking around to see if anyone might be listening in on their conversation.
“So, do you still feel that way?” The forester asked.
Emma still blushed as she nodded her head. “I guess I still need to thank you for helping me climb that hill.” She said. “And apologize thoroughly for starting that fire.”
Back in her room, Emma let the forester undo the zipper on her back. He pulled the dress over her head, revealing the sexy lingerie she wore underneath. “This looks nice.” He said.
Emma smiled. “Out in the forest I wear something more practical; but indoors I like to look pretty.”
“Very pretty.” The forester agreed, even while he was unclasping her bra. “I did not get the chance to see these in the forest.” He said as he grabbed her breasts in both hands after dropping her bra to the floor. Emma moaned softly as he squeezed and pinched her nipples; then let his hands explore her body while he kissed the soft skin of her breasts. When he reached her panties, he pulled them down for the second time that day. This time Emma did not object. This time she stood fully naked in front of him.
“Keep the uniform on, please.” She said when the forester started to undo the buttons of his shirt.
He smiled. “Do you like it?” He asked.
“Yes.” Emma replied, letting him embrace her, his hands exploring her body again. Her bottom was still sore beneath his greedy hands.
The forester pushed her on the bed and knelt between her legs. Emma moaned softly when his knee forced her legs apart. He unclasped his belt buckle and undid the buttons of his trousers; revealing his large erection, but otherwise staying fully dressed. He leaned forward, kissing her; his erection pressing against her lips. Emma moaned deeply when he pushed inside her.
His thrusts were quick and strong and they reminded Emma of the spanking he had given her. She moaned and whimpered as the forester fucked her. She came to a shuddering orgasm at the same time he did.
Later, when they were rested, the forester got up. He fixed his uniform as he looked smiling at Emma’s naked body. “You have convinced me that you’ll be a good girl.” He said. “Just make sure not to forget the lesson you learned today.”
“Yes, sir.” Emma said. Then the forester left.

The inheritance (part 3)

naked and tied up young woman

Just one more contract, Sophie was looking forward to it actually. After her rather innocent date with Eric and the kinky roleplaying with George, she had taken a liking to her aunt’s work. Sure, the realization that she was taking money for sex was still embarrassing – and the fact that she was enjoying it even more so – but it hadn’t been as bad as she’d feared it would be. Now she only needed to fulfil the last contract and all the money would be hers. She’d be able to shut down the company, sell the assets and put all the money on her own account. Unless she decided to keep doing it and sign new contracts of course. Sophie blushed, she’d had that thought a few times now, since her evening with George. He’d made her realize that any possible future contracts would be on her terms. Right now, she was bound by whatever her aunt had agreed upon; but if she made the contracts herself, she could decide what was acceptable and what not. Two week ago, she would have never considered signing a contract that required her to have sex with someone; now the thought aroused her. Like usual, she forced the idea to the back of her head. She had no reason to sell herself for money; she certainly wouldn’t need it once the last contract was done and she got all of her inheritance. The only reason to do it was because she enjoyed it, and that realization was just too embarrassing to think about. Sophie focussed instead on the task ahead of her. She still had no access to her aunt’s safe and thus didn’t know anything about this customer or the contract. Nervously she wondered whether he’d be more like Eric, someone who wanted her company and lusted for the touch of a female; or George, who wanted to experience his perverted fantasies with her.
Sophie had contacted this last client and agreed to meet him after work. It was the last day before the weekend, so she hoped to fulfil the contract within the next few days. Next week, this would all be over. She was still slightly nervous, despite looking forward to their meeting. Mostly in case he was like George and wanted to do something that hurt, like spank her. They had agreed to meet at a local bar.

Wearing a short white dress and a long red scarf by which her aunt’s customer should recognize her, Sophie sat alone at a table. She had already ordered a drink and was waiting for the man to arrive. It wasn’t long before a young man approached her table. “Are you Sophie?” He asked as he sat down at her table.
Sophie looked up, confused that this man new her name. “I am.” She said. “Sorry, but I’m waiting for someone.”
“That would be me, I’m Michael.” The man said. “You called me earlier?”
Sophie blushed. This man was much younger than she had anticipated. Unlike Eric and George, he must be near her own age, maximum three or four years older. After her previous contracts, she had not expected the man she was meeting to be so young. “I’m sorry.” She said. “You’re not what I was expecting.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” The man said with a smile. “So what can I help you with.”
Sophie bit her lip. He did not disappoint, not at all. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way, broad shoulders, wavy black hair and dark eyes. He was exactly the type of man she’d go out with. And he had a contract with her about who knows what. She blushed deeply. “It’s about my aunt.” She said, giving him the same news she’d given the others. Like them, Michael offered his condolences at her passing and acted surprised at her offer to take her aunt’s place to fulfil the contract. “I have to admit though, that I don’t know what the contract is about. I do not have access to a copy right now.” Sophie finished.
Michael picked up his bag and pulled out a single piece of paper. “I brought it along just in case.” He said. “Since I didn’t know what this meeting was about.” He handed it to her. “Go ahead and read it, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble taking your aunt’s place. In fact, such a beautiful girl like yourself will be an improvement. There’s definitely no need for much experience.”
Sophie quickly scanned the contract. There was no mention of sex or roleplaying. She was at the same time relieved that this young man did not contract her aunt for such things and disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to demand it from her either. The feeling made her blush. All this man wanted to do was use her as a model. It wasn’t as simple as just photography of course, Sophie would be modelling nude and there was a fetish aspect to it as well. For most of the pictures, she’d be severely tied up. The whole experience seemed very sensual and interesting, the fact that it would be done by an attractive, young man made it even more arousing. She smiled nervously, even though he was just going to take pictures, he would still have to touch her to tie her up, she’d still be naked and at his mercy. A thought suddenly struck her. “What do you do with the pictures you take?” She asked.
“I sell them, of course.” Michael said. “Imagine them as paintings, people buy them to decorate and I sell each picture only once, so they stay unique.”
Sophie blushed deeply. She couldn’t do that. Some stranger would have her picture, completely naked, tied up or not, on the wall of his home. “No, please.” She said. “You can’t sell them.”
The young man smiled. “Don’t worry.” He said. “The pictures aren’t rude or crass; they’re very artistic and sensual.” He picked up his bag again. “Here, I have some of my work with me, have a look.”
Sophie looked through the pictures George handed her. She blushed, hoping no one else in the bar would be able to see what she was looking at. He was right, the pictures were very sensual; but they were still explicit. The women were completely naked and often tied up, the rope digging into their skin. Sometimes they were even hanging from hooks in the ceiling. She imagined her own face there instead of these women, and while she blushed, her arousal at seeing these pornographic images did not diminish. “I don’t know.” She said. “I wouldn’t want a picture like this of me hanging in someone’s living room.”
The man laughed. “I don’t think they usually end up in the living room.” He said. “But I understand. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll show the pictures to you first and you can decide which ones I sell and which not.”
Sophie hesitated and bit her lip. “What if I don’t want you to sell any?” She asked.
“Then I won’t sell any.” Michael said.
“But you’re paying me.” Sophie said. “Why would you pay me if you can’t sell any of the paintings?”
The young man smiled. “I’m not just doing it for the money.” He said. “I could just take family pictures if I needed that. I like having control over my model; stripping her of her clothes and protection so she’s naked in front of my lens. I love the touch of her body beneath my hands and the rope as I tie her up until she is completely at my mercy. The pictures are part of the process of course, but selling them is only a small part of the enjoyment. One that will be easily compensated by having such an attractive young female as yourself as my model.”
Sophie was blushing, but if she could decide which pictures – if any – would be sold, she did not mind fulfilling this contract. In fact, it sounded a lot more fun than the previous two. “Okay.” She said. “I’ll do it.” She blushed. “And thank you. I appreciate you doing this for me. You didn’t have to; the contract was already signed after all.”
The young man smiled again. “No worries.” He winked. “I’m just confident that once you see the pictures you’ll change your mind.”

Sophie was quite nervous the next day when she arrived at Michael’s house. She didn’t think she’d change her mind about the pictures of course; it was the prospect of being tied up that frightened her. It felt a bit like the contracts come to life. Up to this point she’d been tied up by words, required to fulfil a contract, to have sex with strangers for money or letting them spank her for their enjoyment. Now these words would be replaced by rope and she’d be literally tied up. She’d be even more at the mercy of this stranger. In a way, the words that had sold her to these men, now protected her from them. She’d be completely in Michael’s control and he would not be allowed to do anything with her. The contract only mentioned the taking of pictures and nothing more. Part of her was slightly disappointed in that, maybe even hoping that he’d violate the contract.
Michael welcomed her to his home with a smile and guided her to a room in the back where they would work. Sophie wore a colourful blouse and a short white skirt and Michael started by taking her picture while she was still fully dressed. He played with the lighting, her position in the room and tried to get a feel for his new model’s behaviour and facial expressions. Slowly, these positions became more explicit, Sophie was to raise her skirt as to expose her bare legs to the camera, bend over to present her round ass or smile flirtingly at the camera. She was already getting turned on by Michael’s demands.
On one wall in the room was a long shelve with hooks. Hanging from these were various ropes, chains and leather cuffs. “Time to have some fun.” Michael said as he went over and grabbed a length of rough hemp rope. “Place your wrists together.” He said as he brought it to Sophie. Nervously, Sophie held her hands in front of her. “If at any time it starts to hurt, or you lose feeling in your fingers, tell me right away.” Michael said. “I will take if off immediately.”
Sophie nodded.
“If the pain is really great, tell me and I will take the scissors instead.”
Sophie bit her lip nervously. “I will.” She said.
Michael smiled encouragingly. “Don’t worry.” He said. “That’s rarely ever necessary. I just want you to know the possibility is there and that you’ll be completely safe. You are much more valuable than my equipment.”
Sophie nodded again, much more confident this time.
“Now, hold your hands in front of you so I can see the ties. Try pouting a bit too, you’ve just been tied up after all.” Michael took a few more pictures of Sophie, wandering around in his room with her hands tied together. He did not wait long however, to take the length of rope dangling from her wrists and attach it to a hook in the ceiling. Michael stood close to her as he tied a knot in the rope, with her arms above her head and his body so close to his, she felt very vulnerable. So close to him, she could smell him, he smelled like sex, power and lust. When he walked away, she could no longer move freely through the room. With her wrists tied above her head and attached to the ceiling, all she could do was turn on the spot. Michael followed her movements and made pictures of her discomfort. When he approached her again, he undid the top buttons of her blouse, her cleavage was provocative in her defenceless position. Just a few pictures and then Michael took it a step further, pulling up her blouse and bra so that they were gathered just below her chin. His warm hands slid up her body as he did so, sending a shiver down her spine. Her breasts were now bared for his eye and camera. Sophie blushed and Michael encouraged her. He loved the idea of a model so innocent that she blushed in his pictures. He moved her blouse and bra up further, gathering them around her tied wrists and thus completely baring her upper body. Her skirt he pulled down and told her to step out after taking off her shoes. Sophie was now only wearing her panties.
Michael took more pictures before removing those. When he did, he also undid the rope that tied her to the ceiling. For a moment Sophie was freed while the photographer undid the tangle of rope and her blouse and bra. Free, but naked she waited for further instructions. Michael gave her only a short time to rest her aching arms, before tying her wrists in the same position above her head. For the next set of pictures she was completely nude. Michael moved around her as he took them, taking shots of her back and soft, pale bottom, as well as the front with her breasts showing erect nipples and a small tuft of hair above her crotch. When he grabbed another piece of rope from his collection, Sophie took a deep breath. She wondered nervously how he would tie her up even further. Michael knelt in front of her, his head embarrassingly close to her exposed sex. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Sophie blushed deeply as she was spread open as far as she could. Her body was pulled taut between the rope bound to the ceiling and her feet pulled far apart. Michael wound the rope around her ankles and tied them each to a ring in the floor. Sophie couldn’t move more than her head or a slight wiggling of her upper body. She moaned softly as her body accepted the uncomfortable position. “You okay?” Michael asked
“Yes.” Sophie whispered. “I can handle it.” She blushed deeply as Michael picked up his camera and moved around her again to find the best angle. None of the pictures he’d shown her had been this explicit, Sophie thought. She’d never let him sell these, not with how exposed she was. She wondered if he was doing it on purpose, to compensate for the fact she might not let him sell any of them. The thought made her blush deeply. He was well in his right to use her like this. The contract had not mentioned any limitations in how he was allowed to tie her up.
After just a few pictures, Michael untied her ankles again. Sophie groaned as she was able to stand straight again, the stretched-out position had been hard on her muscles. Michael now tied her ankles together, saying he thought she’d be able to hold this position much longer. He did not connect the rope to the floor this time, but wrapped it around her legs. His hands moved slowly up, putting knots in the rope at set distances, tying her legs firmly together. He went up all the way to her thighs, his warm hands stroking her legs before pushing in between them and pulling the rope through. It dug into her skin firmly but not uncomfortable. When he stepped aside, Sophie was bound thoroughly, all she could do was hop. She could feel he warmth of her sex in her excitement, the drop of moisture on her inner thigh after Michael had touched her so intimately.
Michael continued adding more rope. He tied up her upper body, the rope digging into her skin and pushing up her breasts. Each strand of rope that he tied around her slid across her sensitive skin, the small vibrations were torturous. His warm hands would follow, arranging the rope in artistically perfect lines and at the same time taking advantage to feel the softness of her skin with his fingers and cupping her breasts in his hands. A double line of rope was pulled taut right atop Sophie’s breasts, covering her nipples. Michael pulled them apart softly until her nipples popped out, caught between the rope. Sophie squealed softly when Michael tied them up in the back, pulling on the rope so that her erect nipples were pinched between the rope. Lastly, Michael connected the knots around her legs to those on her upper body. He weaved the strands between her legs, the rough rope sliding between the wet lips of her throbbing pussy. Sophie moaned softly as each move she made pulled the rope tighter in her crotch and between her buttocks. Michael once more stopped touching her and gathered the evidence of her discomfort and arousal on his camera.

Sophie feared she might cum, reaching an orgasm just from the touch of the rope. But Michael did not let it get that far. He strolled up to her and casually undid the knot that tied her wrists to the ceiling. Sophie nearly collapsed on him, now that she was no longer held up by the rope. She hadn’t realised how much she’d been hanging in her restraints.
Michael moved a small table to the centre of the room and helped her sit down on its padded surface. Sophie laid down on her back and then rolled over, following his instructions. Behind her back, she could not see what he was doing. She felt him pull up her legs, bending them at the knee to tie the rope around her ankles to a knot in her lower back. Her hands were tied behind her back as well, making it impossible for her to move. Michael wrapped more rope around her, unashamed to touch her naked body as he did. “Ready?” He asked when there was so much rope, Sophie thought this must be what it felt like to be caught in a spider’s web.
“Yes.” She said, not knowing what she should be ready for.
Michael grunted as if pulling on something heavy and Sophie suddenly felt herself rising off the table. She squealed softly in surprise as the rope suddenly dug into her skin in different places than before. It did not hurt, it was just tight. She had thought she was tied up and unable to move before. But now, with her body being held up by the rope, she was really unable to do anything, completely controlled by the rope that had her dangling a few feet above the table. When Michael moved it away, she was scared of how high she hung above the ground. So far she had trusted him not to hurt her, to keep to the confines of the contract. Now she had to thrust him with her safety as well. But oddly enough she did not feel afraid. The harness he had tied her in felt secure. It wasn’t comfortable of course, but she felt she had as little chance of falling to the floor as she had if she’d been sitting in a chair. For the first time, she wondered what she looked like in her precarious position. She was looking forward to the pictures he was taking. It was strangely exhilarating to giving up this much control.

After Michael lowered her back down to the table, he started undoing all the knots he’d tied her up with. “You looked beautiful.” He said to Sophie. He softly massaged every part of her body after removing the rope that had covered it. “I’m sure you’ll love the pictures.”
Sophie didn’t reply, but moaned softly, content to let him massage her aching muscles and roughened skin. His touch was sensual and soft, but Sophie felt this arousing massage was an important part of the session. It was needed for her body to relax again after the heavy strain it had been under. She squealed softly when the rope that pinched her nipples was removed, but did not complain when his hands softly massaged her breasts. The rope between her buttocks and lips he removed last. After untying the knot, Michael pulled it down softly, the whole length of rope sliding down between her lips and clit. Sophie moaned deeply, her body shuddering and convulsing. She squealed softly as that orgasm she’d been denied earlier suddenly made her shake and spasm.
Michael knelt behind her on the table, softly massaging her buttocks. “That sounds like that last bit of rope might have been a bit too tight. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
Sophie blushed deeply. “It’s okay.” she said. “I didn’t mind.” She moaned softly as Michael kept squeezing and prodding her bottom. This was the moment he would violate the contract, she thought. Not while she was tied up and at his mercy, but exhausted from their play and too excited to protest.
To her surprise however – and disappointment – he did not do such a thing. Michael stood up and started tidying away the ropes. “When you’re ready, you can get up and get dressed.” He said.
Sophie sat up on the table. Michael’s erection was obvious in his loose trousers as he moved around. “Are we done?” She asked.
“Yes.” Michael answered. “But take it slowly, your body will need to adjust.”
“I had a feeling you wanted to do something more in the end.” Sophie said. She blushed slightly, sitting naked on the edge of the table.
Michael turned around and smiled. “That’s not in the contract.” He said.
“Why not?” Sophie answered. “I mean, the other contracts did have sex included. Why didn’t you ask for it?”
Michael grinned. “I guess your aunt wasn’t really my type.”
Sophie blushed. “Would you have added it to the contract if you’d known it was me?”
“Yes.” Michael said.
Sophie licked her lips. “Well, you changed your part about selling the pictures. Perhaps it is only fair if I changed my part as well.” She was blushing deeply. She didn’t need to do this, but her body was burning fiercely, longing for his touch, craving to feel him inside her after the intense play with rope and his warm hands on her body.
Michael smiled. “I guess you’re right.” He hung a set of rope from one of the hooks. “Wait here for a moment.” He left Sophie alone in the room for a moment. She tried not to think of the fact she had just offered him to have sex with her. She was too excited not to look forward to it, despite the circumstances. Michael returned with a piece of paper and a pen. “I was going to do it informally.” He said. “But if we’re both changing the details of the agreement, I think we should put it on paper.”
Sophie blushed deeply as Michael sat down next to her on the table. She watched him write down that he would not sell her pictures without her consent and in return, Sophie would agree to let him fuck her at the end of their session. Her words, now not just a spoken promise, but written down, reminded her of what she was doing. Michael was still just a customer. She took the pen when he handed it to her and placed her signature next to his. It was her first mark on such a paper, the others of course had been signed by her aunt. She blushed deeply when she laid down on the table like before. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Michael undress. He knelt behind her and placed his arm hands on her buttocks again. He moaned softly as he penetrated her from behind. Sophie moaned as well, forgetting the contract, forgetting her shame when she finally felt him inside of her.

Sophie sat alone in Michael’s living room. He was in the kitchen, getting her a drink. He’d fucked her short and rough. Too excited from playing with her, it hadn’t taken him long to cum, but Sophie had enjoyed every moment of it. The contract she’d signed to let him do this lay on the coffee table. It wasn’t really a contract of course, just an amendment to an existing contract. An amendment she had signed herself. She blushed again. She had been so sure she would not be persuaded to sign any new contracts. This small piece of paper came very close to being just that. The fact that she’ signed it herself made it that much more exciting. While it made her feel more embarrassed because she could not hide behind the fact that she had no choice but to follow the contract; it made her more ashamed because she had made the exact choice she had been hiding from. When Michael returned with her drink and she looked up at the man who had done this to her, she felt no regrets, if she had to make the choice again, she would not change what she’d done. She would do it again.
“You know, your aunt always specified that the photoshoot should take place indoors.” Michael said as he sat down next to her. “But I’ve always wanted to take one of my models out into the woods. I’d love to see you surrounded by nature, your naked body complementing the trees and plants; the pure sunlight on your skin. If I’d tie you up to a tree outside, it would feel like capturing and controlling a part of nature itself.”
Sophie licked her lips. She could already imagine herself outside, vulnerable and naked. The thrill of perhaps being caught, of being in Michael’s control again. She did not know what to say.
“I was hoping perhaps you would be more open for that?” Michael continued. “For a new contract perhaps.”
Sophie was blushing. Would she really do that? Sign a new contract? Her aunt wouldn’t have done this thing, not outside. But she wasn’t her aunt, she didn’t have to make the same kind of contracts. She could choose her own customers; of course, most wouldn’t be like Michael, but older like Eric and George, but she didn’t mind that too much. She could choose herself what was acceptable and what not. She could let them pay her to do things she enjoyed herself as well. The idea was so arousing that she barely felt the embarrassment of that last thought. “Sure.” She said. “But let’s write down the contract another time. Right now I’m not feeling like myself.”
“Of course.” Michael replied. “I’m sure we can come to a satisfying agreement later.”

Sophie was on her way home, butterflies in her stomach. Michael had shown her the pictures he’d taken on his computer. Still rough drafts, but obvious enough for her to make a choice. She’d chosen three for him to sell. This was not what made her so embarrassed however, the fact that her picture would be hanging in some stranger’s room; her body naked and tied up for their pleasure. What did embarrass her was what she had agreed to before that. She had agreed to another contract. She wasn’t going to shut down the company; she was going to get more customers to pay her for sex, to spank her and abuse her. She felt highly aroused and ashamed of herself at the same time. She still had George’s number in her contact-list. He had said he’d love to spank her for any reason, no matter the story. She wondered what he’d think of this story, not roleplay, but real. She selected his number. “Hello, George?” She said as he picked up. “I’ve been a very naughty girl today. If you’re still interested, we could perhaps arrange a new contract…”

The inheritance (part 2)

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A whole week had passed since her aunt’s funeral and just two days since her ‘date’ with Eric. But two days was not enough for Sophie to come to terms with what she had done. She had lain awake at night, wondering how she could have been so wrong about herself. If you had asked her a week ago if she’d ever have sex for money, she would have cursed you. Now she cursed herself, called herself a whore or worse. A whore however, did not make as much money as she would by fulfilling her aunt’s last three contacts. A whore just got paid for sex, Sophie did so much more. ‘Fantasy fulfilment’ her aunt had called it. Sophie wasn’t sure whether that made it better or worse. If she was being honest with herself however, what bothered her most was not being paid for sex. It was the fact that she had enjoyed it; not just the sex, but the taboo feeling she got by being paid for it. She had two more contracts to fulfil and she did not feel guilty about that, she looked forward to them. She’d meet one of the other two clients after work today. ‘You should be ashamed.’ She told herself when she found out how wet and excited she got, just by thinking of meeting this stranger. But her self-scolding only turned her on even more. ‘Just wait.’ She said to herself. ‘They won’t all be like Eric. Who knows what this guy wants to do to you. And the contract is already signed, you have no way to stop him.’ This did make Sophie hesitate. What if the other contracts did contain some dark, perverted fantasies of these strange men? She could try to convince them to annul the contract. But that hadn’t worked with Eric, it might not work with the others either. Like this, the whole day running up to the meeting, her emotions bounced back and forth between shame, excitement and fear.

The second customer Sophie would service as her aunt’s replacement had invited her to his home. Sophie was quite nervous going to a stranger’s house, but since he already had a contract with her, there would be no reason for him to harm her in any way. The house she arrived at was quite ordinary, in the middle of a residential area. It made her feel more at ease, believing any man who lived here would be a normal, every-day person. When he opened the door for her, she was strengthened in that belief. The middle-aged man had short grey hair, wore faded jeans and a simple blue sweater. Sophie imagined he was a bit older than Eric had been. This did not make her feel uncomfortable, in fact, she thought it would be weird if one of her customers would be closer to her own age. The man shook her hand and invited her in. “Would you like a drink?” He asked her after guiding her to the living room. It was quite messy and Sophie had to clear away a collection of old magazines before she could sit down in the sofa.
“Yes, please.” She said. “Some water would be fine.” The man left her alone to get the drinks, which gave Sophie the time to look around the room. The furniture looked old-fashioned, like something the man had inherited from his parents or grandparents. There was an old scratching post in the corner of the room, but no cat around. A laptop stood half-opened on the coffee table; Sophie fought the urge to look at what the man had been doing before her arrival.
“So, what I this about?” The man asked when he returned with two glasses of water. He looked slightly nervous, just like Eric had been. These men were used to secrecy when dealing with her aunt. He did not understand Sophie’s role in all of this.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Sophie said. She had again chosen to give the news in person. “My name is Sophie and a little over a week ago, my aunt passed away.” She paused for a moment. “You know my aunt of course, because you had a contract with her.”
The man hesitated. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said. “I’ve known your aunt for quite a while. I might’ve been just one of her customers, but I believe we were close regardless.”
Sophie nodded. “Of course.” She said. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.”
The man smiled sadly. “It’s okay.” He said. “My name is George by the way.” He hesitated again. “Do you know, what kind of work your aunt did?”
“Yes.” Sophie said. The man blushed. “That’s the other reason I’m here. You still have an open contract with my aunt and we need to discuss how we’re going to handle that. You see, after my aunt passed away, I took over the company.”
The man stared at her open-mouthed. “You took over?” He asked. “How does that work?”
Sophie blushed slightly. “Well, you contract wasn’t really with my aunt. It was with her company. Now that I have inherited the company, it is my duty to fulfil any contracts that are still open.”
The man was smiling now, probably already imagining Sophie doing whatever it was he had paid her aunt for. “So, you mean you take her place?” He asked.
“Well, that depends on you.” Sophie said. This was the point where she should convince him to annul the contract. But she didn’t really want to. The fear she’d felt before was diminished by how normal and safe she felt around this simple man. Only the excitement remained. “You have the right to break the contract because I’m not the original person that made up the contract. You can claim my lack of experience as a legal reason to demand your money back.”
The man was still smiling. “But if I don’t.” He said. “You will take your aunt’s place and fulfil the contract?” He asked. “Why don’t you break the contract yourself?”
Sophie blushed. “Unlike you, I don’t have an acceptable motive to break the contract.”
The man frowned. “So you have no choice?” He asked. That doesn’t seem very fair.”
“Well, I did not have to take over the company of course.” Sophie explained. “I just had to make a choice to inherit what would be left after disbanding it, or take over the company and with it the running contracts.”
The man was smiling again. “So you knew you would have to fulfil the contracts. Or did you hope you could convince me to ask for my money back?”
“I hoped I wouldn’t have to do anything.” Sophie admitted.
The man smiled fondly. “It’s okay. If you want me to annul the contract, I will. I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want me to.”
“But I don’t know what you want to do.” Sophie said. She blushed, it was hard to admit to herself she had come to enjoy these things; it was even harder to admit it to a stranger. “If it’s not too bad, I wouldn’t mind I guess. But my aunt kept all the contracts locked away and I don’t know what’s in them.”
The man clapped his hands. “Aha, of course! I’ll get my copy and let you read it.”
Sophie blushed deeply. The man had given her the choice; she could have just accepted his proposal and this contract would be done with. It had been her own damn curiosity that had gotten the better of her. She wanted to know what was in that contract. ‘Just read it.’ She told herself. ‘You can still back out later.’
When the man returned with the contract, Sophie was glad she’d asked to read it first. This contract was nothing like the one she had done with Eric. This wasn’t a date; it was a perverted roleplaying plot. There was not much sex involved, but beside the degrading role she’d play; he wanted to spank her as well. Nervously Sophie looked up at the man she had thought was so innocent. Behind that every-day face some perverted desires were hidden. “I’m not sure I want to do this.” She said.
The man sighed. “I feared you might say that.” He said. “Have you done any of the other contracts?”
Sophie blushed. “Just one.” She said. “But that was just sex, nothing special.”
“How did it make you feel?” He asked.
“Well, I was nervous at first.” Sophie admitted. “But I kind of liked it in the end.” She blushed deeply, wondering why she was telling this stranger all of this.
“Maybe you’ll come to enjoy this as well.” The man said. “Many women enjoy spanking as a sexual activity. It can be quite arousing.”
Sophie bit her lip. “What about the roleplay?” She asked. It wasn’t really the spanking that bothered her most. Like most young women she had a healthy fascination with some kinkier fantasies.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had fantasies like that.” The man said. “The reason I like to roleplay them is because that’s the only way to ever experience them. I would never actually do those things with someone who wasn’t pretending.”
Sophie blushed. Had she ever had such fantasies? It had been a long time since she’d been in a situation like the girl in this man’s fantasy. She might have fantasised about these things however. Perhaps that’s why she found it so disturbing in the first place. “I guess roleplaying these fantasies with my aunt helped you deal with them in a healthy way.” Sophie said hesitantly.
The man smiled broadly. “I guess you could say that. So, would you mind helping me as well, Sophie?” He asked.
Sophie nodded nervously.
“Great.” The man said. “Do you have time tomorrow after work? Just show up at the address that’s in the contract. I’ll send you a copy.”
“Sure.” Sophie said. She did not understand what had changed her mind, but somehow agreeing to help him fulfil his fantasies, had turned her on greatly. “I’ll see you then.”

The following day, Sophie took a quick trip home after work. Her aunt had owned a huge collection of outfits to wear for her work and Sophie had gone by her house to pick one after her meeting with George. Today, she pulled on the knee-high white stockings, the white cotton panties, the short tartan skirt, the simple white blouse and the dark-blue tie. Looking in the mirror she saw a girl that had outgrown her school-outfit: the shirt just a bit too short, the blouse too tight around the bust. Sophie wasn’t sixteen anymore of course. On a woman her age the outfit wasn’t just cute anymore, it was sexy as well. She wondered for a moment how it would have looked on her forty-something aunt. She blushed. George must love the fact that she would replace her, at least Sophie looked slightly passable as a naughty schoolgirl. She’d put her hair in a braid and removed all her make-up to make the effect even more believable. Sophie used to own an outfit very similar to this one. Putting it on had reminded her of her own time in school. George had been right; she did have memories of some very inappropriate fantasies during that time.
Sophie put on a long coat before leaving, she couldn’t bear anyone seeing her in that outfit. She took public transport to the school building where George worked. It felt very wrong that a man with fantasies as these actually worked at a school. But as long as they were just fantasies – something he roleplayed with grown women like herself – it shouldn’t pose a problem. The building was empty of course, all the other teachers and the students had gone home. The door was open like George had promised. Nervously, Sophie made her way through the empty hallways. She hadn’t been to a school in years, but she remembered the smell. She followed George’s instructions to a classroom where a light was still burning.
“Come in.” George’s voice sounded after Sophie knocked on the door. “Take a seat, Sophie.” He said. “You’re the only one in detention today.”
Sophie blushed and took a seat on the first row. she couldn’t remember ever have gotten detention when she’d actually gone to school still. It was an odd experience.
“I’m sir Reynolds.” George said. “You don’t get any classes from me, but I’ve heard from my colleagues that you’re an exemplary student, Sophie. Good grades, perfect attendance, good behaviour.”
Sophie nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She said. Having read the contract, she knew where this was going.
“So how did a student like you end up in detention?” George asked.
This part was her responsibility in the roleplay. George wanted her to come up with it herself. He didn’t know yet what he was going to spank her for. “I just tried to be helpful, Sir.” Sophie said, pretending to believe there was still a way to convince the teacher she was innocent. She was playing a role after all.
“Who were you trying to help, Sophie?” The teacher asked.
“My classmates.” Sophie said. “I just made some of their homework for them.” She blushed. “I might have made them pay me for it too.”
The teacher raised an eyebrow. “You might have?” He asked.
Sophie blushed. “I did, Sir.” She said. Just like she had accepted money for sex in real life, she now pretended to have accepted money for something she shouldn’t have done. She hoped the spanking would feel more real if it was for something similar as what she’d actually done. Not that she wanted a spanking of course, not really.
“Not only is it wrong to ask for money from your classmates, Sophie.” He teacher said. “You’re also not helping them. If they don’t do their own homework, they’ll never improve in class. All you’re doing is holding them back and taking advantage of them.”
Sophie blushed. “Yes sir. I realize that now.”
“Well, it’s a bit too late now, isn’t it?” The teacher said. “Normally in detention we make the students do their homework or give them extra assignments. Seeing how you seem to like doing homework and your grades are already very high, that won’t do for you. We’ll have to think of something else.”
Sophie bit her lip. She knew exactly what that something else was going to be of course; but the innocent school girl she was playing did not. “Like what, Sir?” She asked.
“I think a girl like yourself needs something different.” The teacher said. “Something that will remind her thoroughly of her behaviour so that she will never do it again. Something more old fashioned than homework or writing lines. I’m sure I’ll never have to see you in detention again after a good firm spanking.”
Sophie blushed deeply, partly played; but partly genuine as well, as she imagined this spanking to be for her recent real-life behaviour as well. “But you can’t do that, Sir.” She said. “They don’t give spankings in school anymore.”
“For you, I’m willing to make an exception.” The teacher said. “You’re going to come to the front of the class, accept your punishment and then you’ll be free to go home.”
Sophie stood up from her desk and walked to the front of the empty classroom. George was standing right beside the large, wooden teacher’s desk. “I won’t do it again, Sir.” She promised.
“I sure hope not.” The teacher said. “Now, bend over my desk, please.”
Sophie blushed as she stood in front of the wooden desk. It was quite high, up to her hips. She had to stand on her toes to be able to bend over it, her bottom was up high in the air. The skirt of her schoolgirl outfit was just long enough to cover her behind, nothing more. It felt surreal standing there like this. She was about to let this man spank her. She was letting him do it because he had paid her; and she was letting him do it because she let men like him pay her for things like this. She suddenly doubted her idea would work. How was she going to learn anything from this spanking, if she was at the same time doing what she was getting spanked for in the first place?
George lifted her short skirt and folded it across her back, exposing her cute bottom to the empty classroom. “I’m happy to see you’re wearing regulation panties, Sophie.” He said. “But unfortunately for you, that means they have to come down as well, they offer too much protection the way they cover your entire bottom.”
Sophie blushed deeply as the teacher pulled down her panties, all the way to her knees. She hadn’t felt this shy around Eric, but by the time he had undressed her, she’d been deeply aroused and been playing his girlfriend for a whole evening. George was still a stranger and pretending to be her teacher, not her boyfriend. Being exposed to him felt a lot more embarrassing; and exposed she was, bent over his desk the way she was.
George softly stroked her bottom. His fingers gently probed her flesh, exploring between her cheeks and even feeling her pussy. Sophie was sure no schoolgirl had ever been spanked like this; not on their bare bottom and definitely not touched so intimately. It was just a fantasy however, and like George, the fantasy deeply aroused her. It was true, sometime long ago, Sophie had fantasied about being at her teacher’s mercy like this. When George smacked her bottom firmly, she moaned softly in reply. Slowly George smacked her bottom, firm full-armed swings. Sophie moaned deeply as her behind grew warm and sensitive. A soft sting built up as George placed a hand on her lower back to hold her down on the desk. Firmly in his grasp, the speed of the spanking increased, the pain in Sophie’s bottom building. George had been right, this could be enjoyable, but the sting quickly built up and Sophie found herself squealing and moaning in pain. The combination of pain and excitement made it hard to think, she found herself in a new, different mind-set, completely under George’s control. She knew that this naughty schoolgirl would do anything her teacher desired of her.
Sophie moaned deeply as George paused the spanking. He rubbed her bottom firmly, his fingers digging between her lips, feeling how wet she was. “Are you learning something, young lady?” He asked.
“Yes.” Sophie whispered. She was learning, learning to enjoy a good spanking.
The teacher smacked her behind. “Yes who?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Sophie said. She no longer cared that she was getting paid for this spanking. This was exactly what she deserved for being a naughty girl that accepted money for sex. The fact that she was doing it again didn’t change that. It just meant she deserved it even more.
George spanked her again. Even harder this time. Sophie squealed and then cursed softly. Her bottom was on fire and she was kicking her legs uncontrollably. Her cheeks bounced beneath the palm of George’s hand, they coloured bright red. Tears were rolling down her cheeks by the end of it, from the pain and embarrassment for how naughty she’d been. But still, deep inside she knew she would probably do it again. There was still a third contract. She deserved this and even more.
When her teacher stopped the spanking again, Sophie reached back to soothe her burning bottom. She lay panting on his desk, unable to catch her breath.
“I’m going to make sure you’re never going to forget this lesson, young lady.” George said. “I’m going to continue this right away with my ruler.”
Sophie blushed. Part of her wanted not to say anything; to just lay down and accept her punishment. She was curious about the ruler and what it would do to her. But that was not what was in the contract. “Please, Sir.” She begged. George had already picked up the long wooden ruler and placed it against her bottom. He wouldn’t use it of course, that was not in the contract. “I learned my lesson, anything but the ruler, please.”
George put the ruler away and walked around the desk, sitting down in the teacher’s chair. “Stand up and come over here.” He said. Sophie did as she was told, walking around the desk and leaving her panties behind on the floor. “Are you going to be a good girl and do exactly as you’re told, Sophie?” George asked her.
Sophie nodded.
“I’m going to need you to prove that to me, otherwise I’m going to have to use the ruler, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Sophie said.
“Very well then.” The teacher said. “Get on your knees.” He unzipped his trousers and took out his hard, erect cock as Sophie knelt down in front of him. “Suck it.” He said.
Sophie blushed. This was exactly what she’d been spanked for. George didn’t know that of course. He thought they were just roleplaying and her role right now was to suck his dick. He’d paid her for that. Sophie took him in her mouth. She could feel his heartbeat on her tongue, taste his excitement. At that moment she decided, if this was what she had to get spanked for, it was worth it. All the pain in her bottom, the embarrassment of bending over his desk; the shame in accepting money for sex; it was all worth it for this feeling of arousal, the kinky pleasure in doing something forbidden. She sucked George’s cock until he was moaning and grunting, until his juices erupted into her mouth and then she sucked out every last drop of it.
“Good girl.” The teacher said. “I see you have learned your lesson.” He waited for a moment while Sophie stood up, smiling slightly as he watched her rub her sore bottom. “Better get dressed now. Detention is over, you should head home straight away.”

Sophie blushed scarlet as she got on the bus, relying on public transport again. She imagined everyone would be able to see what had happened to her. Her coat covered her embarrassing outfit, but – like her skirt – it was short. The bus seats were not very soft and she found herself squirming in her seat. She wasn’t going home straight away either, that wasn’t what George had meant. There was still a part of the contract to be fulfilled. It didn’t take long until she arrived at George’s house. He would be there already, using his car he had beaten her to it. She had the keys to the house. “I’m home.” She said as she entered.
“You’re late.” George said as she entered the hallway. “What happened?”
Sophie blushed. “I had to stay after school… In detention.”
George frowned, pretending to be upset. “What did you do that got you into detention, young lady?”
Blushingly, Sophie told the same story again, this time to the man who was pretending to be her stepfather. The teacher roleplay had been bad, but this was even worse. Sophie did not understand how anyone could have sexual fantasies like this one, she surely never had. There was nothing she could do about it now of course; it was certainly not worth it to back out now.
“Well, you certainly deserved to be held after class for what you did.” Her ‘stepfather’ said. “I can’t believe you’d try to sell homework to your classmates.” He paused for a moment. “You know the rules, young lady. Get your stuff, whatever punishment you got at school you get at home as well, you better start writing.”
Sophie bit her lip. “I didn’t have to write lines.” She said.
George raised an eyebrow. “No? Then what do they have you do in detention these days?”
Blushingly Sophie raised her skirt like the contract told her to. The redness of her cheeks was visible even through the white cotton panties she wore. “I got a spanking.”
George laughed. “Well, I guess, some teachers still know what to do with naughty young girls like yourself.” He took Sophie by the wrist and pulled her into the living room. “Get over here.” He said.
Sophie struggled. “No, you can’t.” She said.
“I can and I will.” George replied. He pulled her over his lap on the sofa and flipped up her dress. “The same punishment you got at school, you’ll get from me.“ The white panties were quickly pulled down and George smacked her already sore, red bottom. Sophie moaned and begged, but the pain in her behind was quickly renewed as George relentlessly spanked her behind.
The intimacy of the living room and George’s lap instead of the hard, wooden desk, turned her on greatly. Sophie ignored the fact that George was pretending to be her stepfather, instead she tried to enjoy the spanking. It hurt a lot, but somehow less than before. Without being bend over and with her bottom already used to the punishment, the pain was more tolerable. While the smacks kept coming and Sophie moaned and squealed in pain, she was at the same time deeply aroused, wet with excitement for the things she’d done and experienced today. When George finally stopped and sent her to her room – a guest room they were pretending was hers – she went eagerly. Alone in her room, she dropped on the bed. She heard George come up the stairs as she was rubbing her poor, sore bottom. She heard him open the door to her room, but pretended she didn’t. George was pretending to be a dirty old man spying on his step-daughter. In Sophie’s mind he was just a stranger, sneaking a peek at her while she soothed her embarrassingly red bottom. Sophie did not pretend to be excited from her spanking, she was wet and deeply aroused; not for the reasons George was imagining, but neither of them really cared what the other was thinking at this point. Sophie rolled on her back. She softly stroked the lips of her pussy and pushed a finger inside of her. As the last part of her contract, Sophie would masturbate while George looked through the crack by the door, spying on his ‘stepdaughter’ who was secretly aroused by her spanking. Ignoring George’s perverted fantasy, Sophie had no need to fake her excitement. It wasn’t long until she was gasping for breath, her body shuddering in climax as George looked on.

“Can we make another agreement?” George asked. It had been nearly an hour since Sophie had fulfilled her contract. George had let her use his bathroom to clean up, but her bottom still hurt quite a lot.
“No, sorry.” Sophie said. “I’m just fulfilling the last contracts form my aunt. “
“Really?” George asked. “After today I thought you might change your mind. I’m sure you enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”
Sophie hesitated. “Well, yes.” She said.
“Then why not?” George asked. “You’re really good too, very genuine in your reactions. Even better than your aunt was.”
Sophie blushed. Of course she had seemed genuine, she’d been truly aroused and truly felt she deserved the spanking he had given her. “I just don’t feel comfortable doing this kind of thing.” She said.
“Well, doesn’t that make it more fun?” George asked. “Besides, you won’t be bound by previously made contracts like this one. If we make a new one and you don’t like it, you don’t have to sign it, or we can change it so you do like it.”
Sophie bit her lip. They could make a contract where she didn’t have to pretend to be his stepdaughter. She didn’t mind the student-teacher thing that much and the spanking certainly had been interesting. “I don’t know.” She said. “I’ll have to think about it.”
George smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with a roleplay that works for the both of us. Personally, I’d love to spank that cute bottom of yours anytime, no matter what the story is behind it.” Sophie blushed deeply. “Just let me know when you’re ready.” He said.
Sophie nodded. “I’ll think about it.” She promised.

The inheritance (part 1)

Ablowjob beneath the desk

A simple blue card that read ‘Happy Birthday’ was the last bit of communication Sophie had from her aunt. Her birthday was six months ago. It’s not that they didn’t like each other; they just rarely spoke. Since her mother’s death, Sophie had lost contact with that side of the family. Her aunt had been the last one left, her grandparents she could barely remember. Still, she felt a pang of sorrow when the message came that she had passed away. The cause of death was not mentioned in the letter, but at such a young age – her aunt was only in her forties – it must’ve been some kind of accident or illness.
Sophie’s father had called shortly after the message arrived. He had offered to go to the funeral together. Sophie’s relationship with her father wasn’t as strong as it used to be, she had moved out years ago and recently he had started dating someone new. Sophie did not like this new woman in his life, the one who was taking her mother’s place. Still, in times like this family was important so she had agreed to carpool with them.
On the road to the funeral, Sophie sat in the back of the car wearing a simple black dress. Her father – and his new girlfriend – were seated at the front, wearing black again. The mood in the car was silent, outside it was raining. Sophie was rereading the letter announcing her aunt’s death. A note was attacked at the end. It was a request from her aunt’s lawyer to meet with him. Apparently, her aunt had mentioned Sophie specifically in her testament.
After the funeral, Sophie said goodbye to her father, promising she’d be perfectly safe taking the train back home. She met up with her aunt’s lawyer who had attended the funeral as well. He was a well-dressed man in his forties: grey hair and a dark business-like suit. He drove a dark, modern car and took her along to his office.

“Welcome, Miss Jackson.” He said after they had entered his office.
“Please, call me Sophie.” Sophie replied, sitting down in a chair opposite the large wooden desk.
“Nice to meet you, Sophie.” The man continued. “You can call me Jeffrey.”
Sophie nodded.
“You’re probably wondering why I invited you here today.” He said. “Are you aware that you are your aunt’s only niece and closest living relative?”
Sophie shook her head. “No. I mean, I guess so. I just never gave it much thought.”
“Well you should think about it now.” The lawyer continued. “In her testament, your aunt chose to leave all her belongings to you.”
Sophie stared at the man, dumbstruck. She had not expected anything like this. “Is it, is it much?” She asked. She blushed, fearing she sounded greedy.
“In total it is near one million dollars’ worth. Half of that is in money at the bank, the rest is in assets.” The man replied without blinking. “There is a slight problem however.”
Sophie gasped. A million dollars! “What’s the problem?” She asked.
“The money is not in your aunt’s name. Not directly anyway.” The lawyer explained. “They are company assets. You see, your aunt ran a small company by herself. She is the only shareholder and there are no employees. In other words, she was self-employed; the company was a profitable tax-construct.” He paused for a moment to make sure Sophie understood. “It was all perfectly legal of course.” He continued. “But now that your aunt has passed away, the company will be disbanded. This means the government will appropriate a big chunk of your inheritance as taxes. You’ll probably be left with only half of the current value.”
Sophie grimaced. She’d lose a lot, but half a million was still a lot of money, more than she had now. “So, there’s nothing we can do about that?” She asked.
“Well that’s what I wanted to talk to you about today.” The lawyer answered. “You could choose to accept the company shares as your inheritance instead of the raw value. This means the money and assets stay property of the company, but you own the company.”
Sophie frowned. “So what’s the catch?”
The lawyer smiled. “Well, you would literally be running the company. Which means finishing any contracts that are currently signed. After that you can do what you want: continue or shut down the company.”
Sophie hesitated. “Oh ehm, well I don’t really know what kind of work my aunt was in. What do these contracts entail and how many are there?”
The lawyer picked through a couple of papers. “There are currently three open contracts.” He said. “What your aunt did, well I guess you’d call her an escort. She went out with men, playing the role of their date for an evening. I believe her contracts often held stipulations on sexual activity as well. Your aunt called it ‘fantasy fulfilment’.”
Sophie blushed deeply. She had never imagined anyone she knew did that sort of thing, certainly not her aunt. “I ehm, don’t think that’s anything for me.” She said.
The lawyer smiled. “I’m sorry, I guess I should’ve explained that at the start.” He thought for a moment. “You could of course meet with her clients and propose they annul the contract. Your lack of experience compared to your aunt who drafted the original contract would be a legal reason for them to back-out. You’d just need to pay back their deposits.”
Sophie was still blushing. “Do you think they would do that?” She asked.
“Well it’s up to you to convince them.” The man said. “But the final decision is theirs. It’s a bit of a gamble, but it could earn you about half a million dollars.”
Sophie bit her lip. “And if I lose, I’ll have to do those things with these men.” She said.
“Things your aunt did as well.” The lawyer said. “How bad could it be? And you still get the money in the end.”
Sophie blushed again. How bad could it be? What kind of things did her aunt get into that she didn’t know about? “Can I think about it?” She asked the lawyer. People had done way worse things for less money. She thought. Her aunt surely hadn’t made all that money with just three clients.
“I need to file the paperwork by the end of the week. I’ll need your decision by then.” The man replied.
Sophie nodded, her mind absent, thinking of the possibilities. All she needed was a way to convince her aunt’s clients that she was not fit to honour their contracts.

Three days after her meeting with the lawyer and two after signing the agreement that she would take over her aunt’s company, Sophie was on her way to her first client. She had no idea what his contract entailed, but today was just their first meeting. She arrived at the office building nervously. The man had invited her to his work during lunch hours. After asking around for a bit she found his office.
“Come in, come in.” The man said. He seemed like a jovial kind of man, always smiling. He stood up and shook her hand before Sophie sat down in a chair opposite his desk. “I’m Eric.” The man said. “I never knew Sam had people working for her. She never sent anyone to meet me before.”
Sophie blushed slightly. She hadn’t told him yet, she felt it was better to bring the news in person. “I’m afraid I have some bad news, sir.” She said. “Samantha was my aunt, she passed away last week.”
The man looked dumbstruck. He just sat there and stared at her. Sophie took the time to examine him. He must be nearly twenty years older than her; not very handsome but not ugly either. She wondered how things would go if he did not agree to annul the contract. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, she thought. But just the thought of having sex for money made her feel uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.” The man said eventually. “I didn’t know.”
Sophie smiled. “It’s okay. we weren’t very close anyway.” The man nodded. “The thing is, when my aunt passed away I inherited her belongings. I also took over her company, which still has an open contract with you. Which is what I wanted to discuss with you today.”
The man actually blushed, he suddenly seemed nervous. “Oh.” He said. “You’re taking over? Does that mean…”
Sophie now blushed as well. “Well I can’t claim to have the same sort of experience as my aunt.” She quickly said. “So I would completely understand if you wished to back out of the agreement now.”
The man shook his head. “No, no of course not. I didn’t mean to imply that you couldn’t, that you weren’t…”
Sophie cursed inside. The man was afraid to insult her, while she actually wanted him to think those things. She should’ve been more forceful in claiming that she could not fulfil the contract properly. “Really.” She said. “It’s okay. I didn’t really expect you’d want to pay me for something I have literally no experience with.”
The man smiled. “I wouldn’t say no experience.” He said. “You have had a boyfriend before, haven’t you?”
Sophie blushed. “Yes, but…”
“You’ve read the contract, haven’t you?” He asked.
“No, I mean; my aunt keeps them in a safe, I haven’t been able to find the key.”
The man laughed. “Here, read this first.” He said while rummaging in his case. “I always keep it with me, too afraid someone might find it if I leave it behind.” He explained while handing her his copy of the contract.
Sophie read it quickly. It was pretty straight-forward. He wanted to go on a date with her. There were some detailed descriptions of sexual activity involved, but the essence was that she would pretend to be his long-term girlfriend. Sophie blushed, she now realized that his happy, jovial attitude was just a front. Inside, the man felt lonely and just wanted to experience being with a woman. He wouldn’t care if that was her or her aunt. Sophie realized that she wouldn’t be able to convince him to annul the contract; but she also felt slightly sorry for him. Was that why her aunt did it? Did she see her work as helping people? ‘Fulfilling fantasies’ sounded a lot better than having sex for money. She looked up at the man. “I guess you’re right.” She said. “This doesn’t seem too difficult.”
The man smiled. “I’m sure you can handle it.” He said. “You’re a very attractive young woman, if I may say so. Any lack in experience compared to your aunt will surely be made up for by your beauty.” Sophie blushed. “So when can the date be arranged?” He asked.
Sophie hesitated, but it was too late to back out now. “How about this weekend?” She said. “On Saturday?”
“Perfect.” The man said. “Last time I picked up your aunt at her house. Would that work for you?”
Sophie nodded. “I’ll be there.”

The day of the date had arrived much more quickly than Sophie would’ve wished. In the time between agreeing to fulfil the contract and actually doing it, she had started to wonder what could have possessed her to go along with this. The reason was simple of course: she didn’t have a choice. Sometimes she thought she could’ve begged the man to annul the contract. But that seemed wrong. How insulting would it have been for him to have a woman begging not to go out with him? She couldn’t hurt his feelings that way. At some, rare moments – when she was completely honest with herself – she could admit that she was slightly excited for their date. The idea of having sex for money was not only wrong and perverted, it was also slightly arousing. It was something forbidden, and that gave it a strange sort of attraction.
Not able to access her aunt’s safe, she had asked a copy of the contract from her client and studied it meticulously. She knew perfectly what was and was not expected of her this day. She was dressed impressively as requested. Her ‘boyfriend’ preferred a dress, so that’s what she wore. It was white with a tanned skirt and cinched tightly around her waist; the skirt was short, leaving most of her legs bare. She wore lingerie underneath, something sexy to surprise her ‘boyfriend’ with when he took her home with him. She waited nervously for him near the door.
She opened it quickly when he knocked and then hesitated slightly when she saw him. ‘Time to play the role.’ She told herself. She stepped closer. “Eric, I’ve missed you so much.” She said, raising her arms so he could hug her.
Eric smiled, delighted that she went straight into character. He took her in his arms and placed his lips on hers.
Sophie blanked her mind; banning all other thoughts than: ‘This is my boyfriend.’ She answered the kiss greedily, like a girl who hasn’t seen her sweetheart in days. Their tongues twisted together and their bodies pressed together closely.
“I’ve missed you too.” Eric said. “Are you ready?”
Sophie nodded. she grabbed her coat and followed Eric to the car. He held the door open for her.
It was a simple date, Eric wanted to buy dinner for his ‘girlfriend’ at a fancy restaurant. Reading the menu, Sophie could not decide between a few dishes. “Honey.” She said. “I can’t decide between the salad with goat’s cheese or smoked salmon. Could you please pick for me?”
Eric smiled broadly, delighted that he could pick the dish for his ‘girlfriend’. He ordered for her as well when the waiter arrived. The rest of the dinner went smoothly. They talked about nothing important and the food was delicious. Even when their plate had been empty for a while, the conversation did not stop. “Do you want some dessert?” Eric asked her.
“I’d love to, thank you.” Sophie replied.
“So are you having a good time?” Eric asked as he raised his hand for the waiter.
“It’s been great.” Sophie said.
“I thought perhaps, you wanted to thank me.” Eric said.
Sophie blushed. She’d actually been enjoying herself so much that she’d forgot this part of the contract. She hadn’t expected roleplaying would be this fun. “Of course.” She said. She blushed deeply and looked around the restaurant. The other customers were busy eating. Eric had picked this specific restaurant with a reason. It had heavy wooden tables with broadside panels; when Sophie slid from her chair beneath theirs, no-one would be able to see her. She imagined her face must be scarlet by now. So far she hadn’t done anything reprehensible, but that was about to change. If she truly had been Eric’s girlfriend, this would’ve just been a naughty blowjob in a public setting to thank him for their date. But because they were just roleplaying, this blowjob was actually because Eric was paying her for it. Sophie didn’t blush so deeply because it was wrong to do this for money. She blushed because this turned her on even more than the – comparably – innocent blowjob between two lovers. On her knees, she crawled beneath the table to Eric’s seat. He sat closely against the table, hiding her from sight. As Sophie undid his trousers she could hear the waiter arrive at their table. She pulled out Eric’s throbbing erection while she heard him order dessert for them both. The waiter didn’t seem to realize what was going on. Even if he did, he wouldn’t know the full story behind it: that Sophie was being paid to take Eric’s cock in her mouth. She did so without further hesitation. Once she’d started, she no longer needed to think about right or wrong; but just enjoy the sensation of having him in her mouth and the excitement of the dangerously public situation. It did not take long before Eric came. Sophie made sure to catch everything in her mouth, it would be disastrous to spill anything on herself. She swallowed his semen, knowing it was safe. The contract demanded any client to be tested for any various diseases.
“Is it safe to come up?” She asked after clumsily putting Eric’s now flaccid dick back in his trousers. When Eric replied that it was, she quickly got from under the table and sat back in her chair. Eric was smiling broadly and the waiter arrived with their dessert shortly after.

After dessert, Eric took Sophie home with him. The blowjob in the restaurant was just the first step; but now Sophie was as much excited as nervous about what was to follow.
“Do you want a drink?” Eric asked when he showed her around his house.
“No.” Sophie replied. “I want you!” Playing the horny girlfriend didn’t only fit in their play, it also shortened the duration of nervous anticipation. She wanted to get this over with, and if she was truly honest, she really was horny and did not care he was paying her to fuck.
Eric took her to his bedroom where she undressed for him. “Fuck.” He said, seeing her in her lingerie. “You look gorgeous.”
Sophie smiled and moved beside him. Letting his hands explore her body while she undid his short and trousers. “I want it all off.” She said, undressing Eric until he was fully naked. He wasn’t a very attractive man, but his erection stood proud and ready, she wanted it now. “Aren’t you going to undress me as well?” She asked.
Eric smiled broadly, thrilled to unpack her even further. He did it slowly, savouring each moment. After her bra, which he unhooked clumsily he played with and kissed her breasts. Sophie turned around when he slowly pulled down her panties inch by inch; his erection pushed against her now bare bottom. When Eric sat down on the bed, Sophie turned again. She straddled his lap as he lay down on his back. It took but a moment to guide him inside of her. This position was described in the contract as well. Eric wanted to look at her as they fucked, her hips in his hands and her breasts bouncing as she rode him. Sophie didn’t mind, she grinded deeply so she could feel him inside of her. When she came, shortly even before Eric himself, it wasn’t faked. The arousal of the naughty date, the forbidden feeling of being paid for her actions and this strange man’s cock inside of her drove her past the edge. She was shaking and moaning when Eric reached his own climax and squirted his juices inside of her. Exhausted, Sophie laid down on top of her ‘date’.
“I love you, babe.” Eric whispered.
Sophie froze for a moment, and then realized he was just roleplaying still. “I love you too.” She said.
The contract said that as Eric’s girlfriend, she’d stay the night, so Sophie let him push her to his side to fall asleep in his arms.

“Last night.” Eric said as they sat at his breakfast table together. The contract was fulfilled at this point and Sophie had been blushing all morning remembering her actions of the night before. “Did you fake it?”
Sophie bit her lip. She hadn’t, that’s what made her so embarrassed. She had never thought she’d be so excited from doing what they’d done. “No.” She admitted.
Eric smiled, Sophie was not sure whether he believed her or not. “Are you going to keep doing your aunt’s work?” He asked.
Sophie looked away from his questioning eyes. “There are two more contracts I need to fulfil at least.” She said.
“And after that?” Eric asked.
“No.” Sophie replied. “I just need to finish the contracts my aunt already started.”
“I think you should.” Eric said. “You’re really very good. I’d pay you even more than I paid your aunt.”
Sophie blushed deeply. “No thanks.” She said.
Eric smiled. “Well, let me know if you change your mind.”

The stolen bikini (part 2)

spanked red bottom, on hands and knees, on the bed

The air was hot and the sheets were plastered to her skin as Sophia woke in a stranger’s hotel room. It was still early and Michael was still asleep beside her. Unashamed, Sophia threw aside the sheets and made her way – still fully naked after last night’s adventure – to the small bathroom. It wasn’t the first time she woke in another man’s room, not on this trip, nor on her previous holiday outings. She was unembarrassed as she went through his hygiene products for something to freshen herself up with.
It was only when she noticed her bottom in the mirror, that a blush crept up on her face. Sophia had many romantic escapades and one-night-stands in the past. But never had any of the men she’d lain with spanked her. And Michael hadn’t just spanked her; after having sex with her in the public pool, he’d used his belt on her for soliciting sex in such an inappropriate location. The marks of that belt were still visible now, dark markings like bruises and the skin still slightly red all around. Sophia knew immediately no make-up would be able to hide those marks, especially since she liked swimming during the hot summer day. None of her swimming pants would be able to cover them either; none of her pants covered more than a quarter of her voluptuous bottom. She liked to show that off.
Slightly panicked, Sophia kneaded her bottom in front of the mirror, wondering how visible the marks would be under a different light. They slightly stung, a reminder of how she’d been punished the night before. With that sting, the punishment took on a different meaning: after misbehaving out in public, the consequences would be seen in public as well. Normally Sophia prided herself on the fact that she didn’t care what others thought of her. Not the men that whistled or called after her; not the women with their disapproving stares, not the elderly with their biting remarks. But it would be these last two groups that would see in her punishment the confirmation of their assessment that Sophia was a bad girl that needed to be disciplined. She couldn’t give them that satisfaction. The only option was to stay inside until the remarks were faded.

When Sophia returned to the hotel room, Michael was still asleep. Sophia was furious with him. It was his fault that she would be confined inside until the embarrassing marks had faded. He was the one that had spanked her. Of course, she had agreed to it willingly. Hadn’t she, the night before, at some point felt that she indeed deserved what he was giving her? Unable to reconcile that memory with the anger she felt now, she sat down in the bed next to him. It might be her own fault, but he was just as guilty as she was. There was no way she was going to let him do this to her again.
“Good morning.” Michael said, waking just as she sat down. He smiled broadly and let his eyes wander over her naked body.
There was lust, affection and hunger in his eyes. It reminded her so much of what they’d done the night before, that Sophia experienced a small feeling of triumph. “Good morning.” She said. “I assume you slept well.” They always did, the men that had the joy of sharing a bed with her.
“I did.” Michael said. “No early swim today?” He asked.
Sophia blushed and rolled over to show off the marks on her bottom. “I can’t go out like this!” She exclaimed/
Michael laughed softly. “Why not? You should be proud of those. They prove that you’ve dealt with the consequences of your actions and most importantly, what a good girl you’ll be now.”
Sophia laughed in response. “No way.” She said. “I’m not going out until they have faded.”
Michael shrugged. “Very well. I’m going out for breakfast and will probably lounge by the pool after. I do hope I’ll see you later.”

Alone in the bed, Sophia pouted as Michael readied himself in the bathroom, put on his clothes and later left the room. She quickly felt bored and decided sitting around wasn’t going to help anything. She should just go to her own room, find a dress that would cover the marks and go out. Just because she couldn’t go to the pool, didn’t mean her day was ruined. She could go to the town for some souvenir shopping.
But when she got out of the bed, the dress and bikini she’d been wearing the night before were nowhere to be found. She’d folded them neatly on a chair before her spanking, but the chair was now empty. They were not under the bed, in the bathroom or even in the wardrobe. Sophia cursed, that bastard had done it again. Just like in the swimming pool, he had stolen her clothes and left her behind naked, at his mercy until he returned.
Sophia went through the wardrobe again. She could just take some of Michael’s clothes to wear on the return trip to her room. It wouldn’t be the first time she wandered a hotel in a man’s clothes. But Michael knew this as well. He must’ve had a reason for stealing her dress, just like last time, so Sophia decided to wait for him instead.
What seemed like hours passed and Michael did not return. Sophia went bored out of her mind and started rummaging through Michael’s things again. She hardly knew anything about him and the things she found didn’t tell her much. Finally, when she’d gone through all of his things, she decided he wasn’t going to return. She took one of his trousers and shirts and made her way back to her own room.

She didn’t have the key. It was in her dress. Barely able to hide her frustration Sophia turned around and made her way back to Michael’s room. Which was of course locked as well. She’d have to go out to the pool and find him. Slightly embarrassing in her current outfit of course, but not as bad as when the marks on her bottom would’ve been visible. Luckily, just as she turned, Michael came striding down the hallway towards her.
“What are you doing?” He asked her as he saw her waiting outside in his clothes.
“What does it look like?” Sophia answered. “I wanted to go back to my room, but you stole my clothes and my room key.”
Without answering, Michael opened the door to his room. “I was going to make you wait.” He said. “If you were going to behave like a little girl that was pouting because she got spanked, you could just spent the day inside like a sulking little baby.”
Sophia blushed. “That’s not fair!” She said.
“What happened here?” Michael asked as he entered the room, ignoring her response. The room was a total mess after Sophia had gone through his things.
“I ehm, got a bit bored and was looking for something to entertain myself.” Sophia explained.
“I leave you alone for two hours and this is what happens?” Michael asked. “I find you outside with barely any clothes on. My clothes, which you didn’t even bother to ask for. And my room has been turned upside down.” He turned towards her, crossing his arm.
Sophia blushed.
“Take off those clothes. I’m going to turn your bottom as red as it was yesterday and maybe this time you’ll learn a lesson.”
“What? No way!” Sophia replied. “You can’t do that.”
Michael dropped the bag he had been carrying and picked out her dress and bikini. He threw them on the chair. “Yesterday you seemed to agree with me that you were a bad girl that needed to be disciplined when she misbehaved.” He smiled. “If you have changed your mind, you can put on your own clothes and go back to your room. If not, I need you to get on my bed, on your hands and knees and completely naked.”
Sophia hesitated. Yesterday;s spanking had felt nice at first and when it had started to really hurt, she did feel like she’d deserved it. She had even planned on perhaps getting a few more of those. In her imagination those spankings had been on her own terms however. Thinking of it now, that didn’t make sense. The first one hadn’t been on her own terms either. The fact that not she, but Michael, was in control of them was part of what made it so exciting.
Michael smiled when Sophia slowly took off his shirt and trousers, enjoying the view of her naked body. A look of disappointment crossed his face when she moved to the chair and picked up her clothes. She didn’t put them on however, but folded them neatly, just like he’d made her do the night before. Then she crawled on the bed on all fours. “Can I have a warm up first, sir?” She asked him.

Michael knelt on the bed beside her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, placing his warm hand on her lower belly. The other hand softly stroked her bottom. “Arch your back.” He said. As she did, his lower hand slipped from her belly to her pubis, his fingers reaching between her lips. “You’re wet.” He said, the other hand still stroking her bottom. “Are you excited?”
“Yes.” Sophia admitted. There was no use lying to him now.
“Good.” Michael said as the other hand smacked her softly. He didn’t explain why it was good, but just kept smacking her bottom softly and slowly, the lower hand in the meanwhile expertly fingering her clit.
Sophia moaned deeply. Slowly the smacks increased in strength, adding a layer of softly stinging pain over the sore marks from the day before. It was hard to think, one hand pleasuring her, the other stinging, as she was in a submissive mind space where Michael was in complete control of her body. Her skin felt hot, the muscles in her bottom and thigh ached as they contracted in pleasure. “I’m going to cum!” She screamed as Michael slowly drove her towards a climax.
“Good.” Michael said, once again without an explanation. “Cum for me, naughty girl.”
Her body shuddered and convulsed with the orgasm, her bottom bright red as Michael did not stop the slow, steady smacks on her behind until she collapsed against him. “Why?” She asked, when he finally stopped to let her breathe.
“I want you to enjoy your punishment.” Michael explained. “By accepting this discipline, you’re becoming a good girl. This is a good thing. You should enjoy it. Next time you misbehave, you will want to be punished again, because you enjoy becoming a good girl again.”
“But once I’m a good girl, won’t I want to misbehave again, just so you can punish me again?”
Michael smiled. “That risk exists. Which is why I often give good girls a spanking as well. Something enjoyable like this to keep them in line. For bad girls however, this was just a warm up. Good girls don’t have to experience the next part, which will be a lot less enjoyable.” He paused for a moment. “Sit back up please.”
Sophia sat back on her hands and knees. She wouldn’t mind being a good girl, she thought. If it meant getting enjoyable spankings like this. She looked over her shoulder and saw Michael picking up his leather belt. It was definitely better than being a bad girl, she thought.

Sophia cried loudly as the belt hit her bottom. Her behind felt on fire, it was burning hot. Michael had been right that this part wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as the good girl spanking she”d gotten as a warm up. As the sound of her cries echoed in the room, Sophia realized Michael hadn’t turned on the TV this time for some background noise. She could only hope the other rooms on this floor in the hotel were empty at this time of the day. She wondered if he had forgotten it on purpose, as punishment for her unwillingness earlier to go outside and show off the marks on her bottom.
Still, despite the pain and immense sting in her bottom, she stayed on her knees, arching her back, her bottom pointing up as an ideal target for his belt. She wanted to cry and bite the pillow in front of her, but it was too far away. She did not want to collapse under the onslaught of his belt. Just like the day before, the feeling emerged that she deserved this. If she had handled things differently, she wouldn’t be in this position. It was only right that she did her best to accept the consequences. She didn’t realize, tears were already rolling down her cheeks.

When the belting finally stopped, Sophia was still upright. She wanted to yell in triumph when Michael dropped the belt next to her. She realized only just in time that this would not be an appropriate response to being spanked. “Thank you sir.” She whispered when Michael knelt down next to her. “I deserved that.” His fingers felt like poking hot irons against her sore bottom. She stayed in the position he’d ordered her in, wondering if he was going to fuck her again, like the night before. She considered it his right, after he’d had to discipline her again.
With one hand Michael wiped away the tears she hadn’t realized were there. “So are you going to come outside with me today?” He asked.
Sophia blushed deeply. She didn’t have those faint marks on her bottom any more, it was now blazing red. “Perhaps we can go to the town.” She said, trying to compromise.
“That’s fine by me.” Michael replied. “Put on your dress and we can leave. I’m sure you’ve spent all the time you want inside today.”
After pulling on her bikini that had dried overnight – and did nothing to cover the colour in her bottom – Sophia picked up the dress. “Can I go pick another from my room first?” She asked. “This one is see-through.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Barely, no-one will see through it in the sun outside. What does it matter anyway? You’re wearing a bikini underneath.”
Sophia fought the urge not to stick out her tongue. She didn’t care about the bikini or near nudity and Michael knew well enough. Anyone eyeing her bottom too closely would likely notice the suspiciously darker colour of the skin on her bottom. She wanted to be proud of that, like Michael had told her. She really did, but right now it was a bit hard not to feel embarrassed instead. Still, she’d prefer a see-through dress in town over an evening in an all-too-revealing bikini at the pool. “Very well.” She said, pulling on the dress. “Let’s get going… ” She tried to think of something sexy to say. “And when we get back to your room tonight. Remind me to thoroughly thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

A rainy day (part 2)

short skirt, bare bottom, sexy stockings

Her high heels echoed through the corridor as Emily made her way to the office from the changing rooms. Last week, she’d spent an embarrassing few moments there, realizing she’d forgotten a spare set of trousers. The one she’d worn, wet with the rain, she’d given to the cleaning lady to be dried. Now, Emily kept a set of office clothing in her locker, to be sure she never had to work in her undies again, with all her colleagues watching. The embarrassment that had caused wasn’t the only reason however. That and the spanking by her boss that had followed – for distracting her co-workers too much – had taught her that she actually enjoyed the attention the incident had granted her. The clothing she kept in her locker encouraged the exciting arousal she’d then felt for the first time. She still came to work on a bicycle, but the comfortable clothing for commuting, were quickly switched for the outfit she wore now. She wore a short black skirt, barely reaching halfway down her thighs and very tight across her round bottom. Her pale stockings with a single black line along the back were held up by a garter belt, their laced tops would be visible if she did anything but stand up perfectly straight. Her blouse was pristinely white and she left enough buttons open for ample cleavage. All heads had turned the first day she’d showed up to work in her new outfit. Emily hadn’t heard any gossip about the spanking her boss had given her after hours, even though the cleaning lady knew about it. It still made her wonder how many knew and who realized the effect it had had on her.

Still most heads turned when Emily entered the shared office space. Some of the men did not hide the fact that their gaze followed her walk all the way to her desk. Their eyes on her body made Emily walk with confidence, head held high, cheeks slightly blushed, and a warm excited feeling pulsed between her legs. When she sat down on her chair, the laced tops of her stockings were slightly exposed. After she crossed her legs, she tried to pull down her skirt to better cover her legs. The motion did not help at all, but it did attract the eyes of her co-workers, which had been its real purpose anyway.
More than once, her male co-workers passed her desk, for a chat, a question, or just on their way to someone else. Emily made sure to lean slightly forward as they looked down into her cleavage or to fiddle with her stockings to attract attention to how little of her long, slim legs was covered by her skirt. When she had to get up herself, she made sure to walk straight as she approached someone’s desk. Only to then bend over at the hips, sticking out her bottom as it strained the tight skirt. The edge of her stockings would be displayed and even the bare skin above it, just below her bottom.
Today was only the third day Emily wore her new outfit. She had been nervous the first time, but now she was more confident. Even when her boss entered, she did not look up from her position, bend over the desk of her friend, wiggling her bottom at their male colleagues. “Emily, could I talk to you in my office?”
When she turned around and noticed the angry look in her boss’ eyes, Emily blushed. She realized she might’ve been enjoying herself a bit too much. “Of course, sir.” She said. She followed him out of the shared office, looking over her shoulder at her colleagues. How many of them new what had happened three days ago?

“I thought I’d made myself clear last time.” John said as they entered their private office. “And don’t pretend that you think that this outfit of yours is any less distracting than when you were parading around in your underwear.”
Emily blushed furiously. After the incident, when she’d had to work in her underwear and learned how much she enjoyed the attention; her boss had spanked her. He had claimed she’d been too distracting for her co-workers, drastically lowering productivity. But instead of listening to his warnings, Emily had only done more and more to attract attention to her near-nudity. Until, after hours, her boss had given her a well-deserved punishment for such bad behavior. Emily however, had discovered more than her own interest in such exhibitionistic activities that day. She had thoroughly enjoyed the bare bottom spanking John had given her. It surprised her it had taken him three days to take issue with her outfit and do it again. “I’m sorry sir.” She said. “I just can’t help myself.”
“It seems you can’t.” Her boss agreed. “So I’m going to help you. Perhaps another sore, red bottom will teach you some self-control.”
Emily’s heart was racing, a warm glow spread between her legs. Last time, she’d agreed to let her boss spank her again if necessary. She’d even suggested he did more than just spank her when he was in control of her. “Should I stay longer after work, sir?” She asked. She could already see herself, bent over his desk while wearing this sexy outfit.
“Oh no.” John replied. “We already tried that and it didn’t work very well. We’re not going to wait that long. If I spank you now, perhaps having to hide a red bottom beneath that tiny skirt will make you stand up properly when you’re around colleagues.”
Emily gasped. Right now? She hadn’t prepared herself for that. Her colleagues were all in the other room, if they didn’t know what had happened before, they would surely know now. The walls weren’t very thick in their building. “But, the others will hear.” She protested.
“I’m sure most of them already know what happened before.” Her boss replied without mercy. “If you didn’t want them to know about your punishments, perhaps you shouldn’t have been showing off your ass to them in the first place.”
Heart racing and breathing shallowly, Emily looked up at her boss. It had turned her on, thinking that perhaps the cleaning lady had told her co-workers about her secret. It had turned her on, imagining they knew she’d been spanked by the boss. Imagining now, that they’d actually hear her get such a spanking, had her panties soaking wet with arousal. “I never knew.” She said.
“You never knew you were going to get spanked again for misbehaving?” Her boss asked. “I specifically told you so last time.”
“No.” Emily replied. “I mean I never knew how much I liked them looking at me, getting spanked, and being exposed.”
Her boss smiled. “It’s okay to enjoy it a little Emily and I’ll make sure that when you go too far, you will feel the consequences.” He grinned. “And it’s okay to enjoy those a little as well.”

Emily smiled. “Then, are you going to spank me now?”
“Yes.” Her boss replied. “Come over here, and bend over my desk.” Emily did as she was told. When she bent over her boss’ desk, her skirt crept up and bared the soft, delicate skin beneath her bottom. Her boss placed his hand on her back and pushed her down until her chest was pressed against the desk. Now part of her bottom was revealed as well, by the skirt that was really, much too short. “This skirt is not appropriate to wear to the office, young lady. It needs to be at least 5 inches longer.” John said. “Starting tomorrow you will come to my office and I will measure the length of your skirt. You will receive a smack on your bottom for each inch that’s missing. Every day, before you start work, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Emily replied. She was smiling, she’d keep the skirt in her locker of course. From now on she’d start every day at work with five solid smacks on her bottom.
Emily whimpered softly when her boss tucked her thumbs behind her tight-fitting skirt. He peeled it off slowly, rolling it up while slowly baring her arched bottom. The panties she wore were of black lace, matching neatly with the garter belt. Her boss pulled them down slowly. The belt and straps holding up her stockings framed her perfectly round bottom as she stretched her legs, raising it up in the air for him to spank.
The first few smacks came gentle and firm. Emily moaned softly, wondering how sound-proof the office was. “Harder, please.” She begged. Her boss obliged and the next few smacks echoed in the room, loud enough that she was sure they could hear them in the other room. Emily moaned deeply, wet and excited. She knew they would be hearing that as well. But as the smacks kept coming and the stinging sensation became true pain, she squealed as much as she moaned. Her bottom turned redder at each smack. Emily kicked her legs, squirmed and whimpered. But her boss did not relent. As her legs were trembling, and the pain became unbearable, she begged for him to stop. A tiny voice in her head wondered, in the other room did they hear her pleas, her begged apologies?
“We’re not doing this to distract your colleagues, Emily.” Her boss said when he paused for a moment. “I said you could enjoy this a little, but I still expect you to learn a lesson as well.”
“Yes, sir.” Emily replied. She was shaking on her legs. “I’ve learned a lesson, I promise.”
Her boss laughed softly. “Oh no, I know what you’re thinking. The only lesson you’ve learned is that you get turned on by getting spanked while your colleagues are in the other room. I’ll have to be a bit more strict before you’ve learned a real lesson.”
Emily blushed. she wanted to protest, but she knew he was right. Still, her bottom already felt incredibly sore. “Please sir, I promise I will do my best to control these urges. I don’t need more punishment to learn my lesson.”
Her boss placed his hand on her bottom and Emily was quickly reminded of her excitement, juices were dripping from her lips down her inner thighs. “If you can promise me, Emily, without lying.” Her boss said. “That you can go back to your desk right now without any showing off to your colleagues. You can go.”
Emily hesitated. She could do it, probably. But she wasn’t sure. She imagined all their eyes looking at her, knowing what had happened in here. Could she keep calm and collected in such circumstances? Probably not and she did not want to add lying to the reasons her boss could spank her for. She did not answer his question, but raised her bottom up high, indicating that she was ready for the next part.
“I thought so.” Her boss said.

It took a few moments before Emily felt anything. When she did, it wasn’t the warm hand of her boss on her bottom that she’d expected, but something cool and smooth. She looked over her shoulder to see him measuring his belt against her bottom. Emily swallowed, she hadn’t even heard him take it off. She braced herself when he folded the belt in half and raised it. It came down with a swishing sound and Emily’s cry could be heard in every room in the building. She managed to keep her mouth closed as the next few swats assaulted her bottom. Her boss applied the belt to her bottom firmly and quickly. Emily squirmed and kicked as she did her best to keep her bottom up for her punishment. She moaned and whimpered. She cried softly when the pain became too much, sobbing silently as tears ran down her cheeks. Occasionally a small yelp or squeal escaped her lips as the belt licked her thighs or came just a bit too close to her swollen, wet pussy. She no longer had the breath to beg him to stop. When her boss finally relented, her bottom felt on fire as his hands stroked her softly. “Are you going to try your best at being a proper young lady now, Emily?” He asked.
His hands massaged her roughly, not erasing the pain, but grinding it deeper into her skin. “Yes, sir.” She replied. She was relieved that he no longer desired a promise, that ‘her best’ would be good enough for now.
“Do you remember what you asked me last time I had to punish you?” Her boss asked.
Emily did not need to think for more than a second. His hands on her bottom, her fingers but inches from her swollen pussy, her own juices sticking to her inner thighs; they were all reminders of the excitement she had felt before the real punishment had started. “Yes, sir.” She replied again.
“Do you still feel that way?” Her boss asked her.
Emily raised her bottom, sore as it was. “Yes, please.” She whimpered.
Her boss’ hand slipped down, his fingers sliding effortlessly inside her, lubed by her own excitement. His other hand disappeared from her touch, unzipping his trousers to free his own excitement. Fully erect from spanking his employee, his cock entered her pussy. John grabbed her by the hips and trusted against her sore, red bottom. Emily whimpered at the pain and moaned at the pleasure.
It did not take long until her boss came to a shuddering orgasm, exploding inside her. Emily moaned. “Don’t stop please.”
But her boss stepped back, pulling out of her. Some tissues on his desk were used to clean himself up before pulling up his trousers. “Not during office hours, Emily.” He said. “If you want to cum, you’ll have to come back to my office after hours. Right now you should be working.”
Emily blushed deeply. She wanted to protest that it was unfair that she was denied the exact thing he had taken for himself. But, he was the boss, he could do whatever he wanted during office hours. She realized of course, that being made to wait, having to sit between her colleagues unsatisfied, them knowing what had happened to her, would only increase her arousal more and more. By the time they all went home and she could beg her boss to let her cum – she knew he would make her beg – she would be ready to explode. “Yes, sir.” She said meekly. The spanking had had some effect of course. When she pulled her panties back up and rolled down the tight skirt across her swollen red bottom she was sharply reminded of the pain. It reminded her she was in no position to be protesting anything. “I’ll get straight back to work.” She said.
John smiled and as Emily exited his office, he called after her. “Remember not to bend over.” He said. “There are some red marks on your upper thighs that are barely covered by that tiny skirt.”

Emily blushed as she closed the door behind her. The skirt was unbearably tight against her bottom, sitting down would be even worse. She wondered for a moment if she might find a pillow, but no, that would be too embarrassing, even for her. She stopped at the door to the shared office. She took a deep breath and counted to ten, then entered. All conversation stopped and all heads turned to her. All eyes followed her as she moved to her desk. She walked perfectly straight, they might have heard her spanking, but she did now want them to see the results, the red skin hidden beneath her skirt. Her soft squeal when sitting down seemed incredibly loud in the silent room. She could have easily promised her boss not to use any tricks to get attention, she already felt all eyes on her.
Emily noticed the reflection of her face on her computer screen before turning it back on. Long dark lines across her cheeks where her make-up had run showed she’d been crying. She blushed deeply, wishing she’d remembered to clean up a bit first. Too embarrassed to get up again and afraid to move much with her sore bottom pressed against the chair’s seat, she ignored these visible signs of what had happened to her.
It was several more hours until the end of the day. No one came to her desk again and Emily no longer vied for their attention by playing with the edge of her skirt, stroking her stockings or slowly crossing her legs. Slowly people started talking again. Emily herself had to get up a few times. She made sure to stand straight and hide her discomfort. The soft whimpering noise she made when she returned to hear seat caught many ears. All this time, Emily was secretly, deeply aroused. Her panties were soaked, with her boss’ ejaculation and her own wet juices. When the last of her co-workers left, she was squirming in her seat with excitement.

Emily knocked at the door to her boss’ office. Everyone had finally left the building. “Come in.” He answered.
“Hello, sir.” Emily said, hesitantly.
“How can I help you, Emily?” Her boss asked her.
Emily blushed. He knew well enough why she was there of course. “It’s after hours, sir.” She said. “I’ve tried my very best to behave, but I’ve been deeply aroused since my punishment. I hoped I’d be allowed to cum now, with your permission.”
Her boss smiled. “I’m glad to hear that you’ve been behaving Emily. I understand that it’s hard for you to control your excitement at work. I’ll gladly help you relieve any such tension from now on. Feel free to contact me after hours anytime you need it.”
Emily blushed. How often would he expect her to come and ask him to help her ‘relieve tension’? Probably as often as she herself would need his help in controlling her new-found urges. She thought. “Thank you, sir.” She said.
“Now, I’m not just doing you a favor, Emily.” Her boss said. “I expect there to be an even trade, you help me and I’ll help you.”
Emily blushed again, though she had expected this. “How can I help you, sir?” She asked.
“On your knees.” Her boss said. “I want you to crawl and show me the obedient girl you are. When you reach my desk, get underneath and use that pretty mouth of yours to pleasure me.”
Blushing still, Emily got on her knees. The fabric of her skirt pressed tightly against her still sore bottom as she bent at the hips. The bare skin above her stockings was exposed as she crawled across the soft carpet, the red marks of her earlier punishment clearly visible. It was strangely dark underneath her boss’ desk. She could not see his face, it was oddly humiliating. His erection sprung at her when she freed it from his pants. Seeing it reawakened the desire deep inside of her that had been building all afternoon. She took him in her mouth deeply, sucking and licking him. She wanted to show him how grateful she was for how he had treated her. She could hear him moan and grunt and knew it meant she was being a good girl, an obedient employee. She smiled when her boss came inside her mouth, some of his juices spilling from her lips until she licked them up.
Her boss’ chair moved back and he reached down with a hand to help her back up. “I’m glad you’ve finally learned to be a good girl, Emily.” He said as she stood between him and his desk. “I much prefer rewarding my employees than punishing them.”
Emily was breathing heavily, her boss smiled at her, the stern look on his face completely gone, as if by going down beneath his desk, she’d gone through a tunnel and arrived at the other side as a new woman, well-behaved and deserving of a reward. “You’re welcome, sir.” She whispered.
“You can sit on my desk.” Her boss said. He stood up from his chair and stepped closer. Emily sat up and winced, the rough wooden surface was a lot harder than her office chair. “Lean back.” Her boss said. Emily gratefully took the weight off her bottom and lay down on her back. John moved in between her legs. With his thumbs on her inner thighs he forced them apart, her skirt uselessly sliding up as he did. He removed her panties with a single firm tug, revealing her wet, swollen pussy. When he bent over and ran his tongue over her lips, Emily screamed in pleasure. He made his way between her lips, kissing and licking, until his tongue found her clit. Hours of anticipation, the looks of her colleagues, the pain in her bottom, the embarrassment of her spanking, the taste of her boss’ cock in her mouth; it was all too much. Within moments Emily was shuddering where she was laying on her boss’ desk, moaning and squealing as his tongue brought her to ecstasy.

Disoriented, Emily looked around her, still sitting on her boss’ desk. “I expect the same diligence of you tomorrow, Emily.” John said. “And don’t forget to come to my office so I can inspect the length of your skirt.”
“Yes, sir.” Emily replied, finding her panties on the floor and slowly pulling them back on. “I will be here first thing in the morning.”
“Oh, and when you get dressed into your casual outfit, don’t forget to clean your face.” Her boss reminded her. “While I think those tear-stains look cute. I’m sure others will be surprised when you pass them on your bicycle. Especially when that saddle is making you squirm.”
Emily whimpered, she’d forgotten she still needed to ride her bike home, her sore bottom would be far from comfortable. “Yes, sir.” She said, blushing as she exited his office.

Student job (part 2)

bare bottom spanking otk

Sophie could hear the sound of a young couple inside the changing room: the sound of light swats and giggling. With the lesson her boss had taught her just a few days ago still fresh in her mind, she suppressed the urge to peek on them. The changing room was placed in the basement of the sex-store where Sophie worked. It was meant as a private area where the customers could try out some of the many kinky items that were for sale. Sophie worked only in the weekends, on workdays she was a student. The heavy letter belt she wore beneath her dress – with a cold metal plate covering her pussy – would prevent any fun while peeking on the couple anyway. She wore that belt every day while working, ever since her boss had caught her peeking at the customers and playing with herself while she did. He had spanked her then too, it had hurt, but it had been exciting and arousing as well. Secretly, she wished for it to happen again.

When an older man descended the stairs to the basement, Sophie could finally ignore the sounds that distracted her. “Can I help you, sir?” She asked him.
“I’m sure you can.” The man said. “I’m looking for a simple wooden paddle, something for a girl your size.” He walked to the shelve that held a collection of small paddles. “Which one would you recommend?”
“Oh, I don’t know sir. I don’t really have much experience with paddles after all.” Sophie said. It was one of her best sales techniques. When she acted like an innocent little girl, any customer that was also a dominant man loved to show off to her how much he knew. They usually ended up buying one of the more expensive items, after explaining to her why that one was better than the cheaper alternative. The truth was of course, that while she did not have any experience, she had learned the theory about these items: the importance of their weight and size, the type of wood, the length of its handle; if they asked a genuine question, she’d be able to answer it.
“Are you sure?” The man asked her. “You look like the kind of girl that could use a good paddling on occasion.”
Normally Sophie had a long list of replies ready for such teasing remarks. Flirting with the customers was just another sales technique when you worked in a store like this. Coincidence had it however, that the paddle the man was holding was exactly the same shape and size as the one her boss had used on her just a few days ago. Instead of giving him one of her chosen responses, Sophie couldn’t help but blush.
“I see that I was right.” The man said. “Come on don’t be shy, tell me about it. Was it with a paddle like this one, or something else?”
Suddenly embarrassed, not only because a stranger had discovered this secret, but also because she had slipped up; Sophie crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m sorry, but that’s none of your business.”
The man raised an eyebrow and placed the paddle back on the shelve. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He said. “I’m not embarrassed to admit the things I like, neither should you. I’m sure you wouldn’t work in a store like this if you weren’t at least intrigued by these things.”
Sophie sighed, the man was still a customer and she was trying to sell him something. Besides, he was right, wasn’t he? “I guess that’s true.” She admitted. “I just don’t normally talk about it with customers.”
“It must be hard.” The man said, completely ignoring her hint that she didn’t want to talk about it. “Being constantly surrounded by these things, seeing the many customers, hearing them inside that changing room.” The other couple was still at it, the sounds of their pleasure in the background. “You must be constantly horny and excited. How do you deal with that?”
Sophie blushed, she could feel the weight of the belt that stopped her from doing anything about such feelings. The belt her boss made her wear every day. “I have my ways.” She said, trying to be mysterious.
The man laughed. “Like what?” He asked.
“I thought you wanted to buy a paddle?” Sophie asked, refusing to answer his question.
The man laughed. “A chastity belt, maybe?” He asked, ignoring the change of subject. “Maybe your boss makes you wear one so you’re not too distracted during your work.”
Sophie blushed deeply. How did he know? Could it be seen through her dress? “Of course not.” She lied, but the blush on her face betrayed her. “What I’m wearing is none of your business.” She suddenly realized the couple had left the changing room and made their way upstairs. Embarrassed, she kept quiet until they had left. The customer she was helping turned to look at the paddles again.

A few moments later Sophie heard someone come down the stairs, her boss. “Sophie.” He said. “I just had a couple that bought a new strap and blindfolds tell me you were yelling at a customer.”
“I wasn’t.” Sophie protested.
The customer himself turned around and raised his arms. “Mike!” He yelled.
“John.” Her boss replied and they hugged each other briefly. “I did not see you enter. Has Sophie been helping you out?”
Sophie blushed deeply. They were friends. It suddenly occurred to her that her boss might have told him about what had happened a few days ago. That would explain how he knew about the chastity belt and why he picked out that exact paddle to tease her with.
“She’s been trying.” the customer said. “I wouldn’t want to speak ill of your employee Mike, but I have to say she’s been a tad impolite.”
Sophie’s lips trembled, she wished to protest, but she knew the two friends were conspiring against her. “Is that true, Sophie?” Her boss asked.
“I might have been a bit curt, sir.” She replied. The best way to stop their teasing was to accept it, no matter how embarrassing it was to pretend to be a chastised little girl.
“What did I teach you about showing respect, girl?” Her boss asked.
Sophie looked up sharply. She thought he’d just been teasing, but if he thought she’d been disrespectful, he might be thinking she needed to be punished again. The thought made her warm and excited. She felt her lips grow wet and warm, swelling against the cold barrier of her belt. “You told me respect was the most important factor when working for you, sir.” she replied. The customer was following their conversation intently, it made her blush, but Sophie was now sure that he already knew everything that had happened before.
“A lesson you don’t seem to have fully learned yet.” Her boss said. “Perhaps you can make up for it by helping my friend John pick out a new paddle.”
“Yes sir, of course, sir.” Sophie replied, confused that he did not mention a punishment. Would he perhaps wait until after closing time again?
“I don’t mean by answering his questions, girl.” Her boss said. “I mean in there.” He nodded at the empty changing room. Sophie blushed. “Do you think you can do that?”
Hesitantly, Sophie looked back and forth between the two friends. Had they planned this? She wondered. Not that it mattered, it was too late now. She could refuse, her boss would then probably spank her after closing time instead. But she felt that if she truly wanted to earn his respect, she’d had to go through with this. Thus she agreed to help the customer in any way she could, which of course had nothing to do with the fact that she felt deeply aroused by the idea of being spanked by the stranger, letting him test out the various implements on her behind.

The customer, John, picked out several different paddles. This time he asked as many real questions as teasing ones. Sophie answered all of them. When he was satisfied with his collection, she followed him into the empty changing room. She’d seen many people go in there and had fantasized how it would be, never expecting she’d one day end up in there as well. “We’ll have to take off your belt first.” He said. Sophie was not surprised that he had the key to it. She had accepted that as her boss’ friend he knew everything that had happened. Blushing she raised the skirt of her dress, revealing her bare legs and the heavy leather belt. It felt as if by giving his friend the key, her boss had given him access to her. Oddly enough, Sophie did not feel wronged by that, the feeling of the belt being removed, the sound of it hitting the floor, only turned her on even more. Naked from the waist down, she stood in front of the customer she was helping. “Get over my knee.” He said.
The man was sitting on the single chair in the small room and Sophie obediently placed herself across his lap. Her hands rested on the floor on one side, her toes on the other. “Do you want a warm-up?” The man asked.
“Yes, please.” Sophie replied.
The customer massaged her bottom slowly, squeezing and pulling her cheeks, exposing her bottom-hole and wet pussy as he did. Sophie blushed as she felt her muscles relax, her bottom becoming warm and pliable to his will. The first smack was soft and so was the second. A long slow build-up in sting until her bottom was warm and glowing. Sophie was moaning deeply, unable to hide the pleasure she felt from this treatment. “I’m going to try out the first paddle now.” The man said. “I’ll start softly.” The first ten smacks only turned her on even more. They were soft, well-aimed smacks, five on each cheek. “A bit harder now.” The man said. Ten more smacks followed, adding a bit of sting to her behind. Sophie moaned deeply, the firmer smacks doing more for her arousal than the softer ones before. “And now for a real paddling.” The customer said. Sophie grunted softly as the first smack landed, hard and sharp. Ten smacks that made her kick her legs, grunt and moan. Her bottom now truly stinging and on fire. “And the last ten.” The customer said. Sophie gasped, there was no way he could spank even harder than that, she thought. But the first, full-armed swing, made her squeal. Sophie kicked and protested as ten harsh painful smacks were divided evenly across her poor hot bottom. When he was done, Sophie was gasping for air, her cheeks trembling as she tried to relieve the pain. She did not protest when the customer placed his warm hand on her behind. He massaged her softly, helping to alleviate the sting in her bottom. “Ready for the second paddle?” He asked.
Sophie blushed. She’d forgotten he had brought more than one to test on her. She looked at the floor where three more paddles were awaiting their turn. But John’s warm hand, rubbing and squeezing, had renewed her excitement. She wasn’t just ready for more, she begged for it, raising her bottom high in the air. “Yes, sir.” She said.
John picked up the second paddle, slightly wider than the first. He started slowly again. Ten soft smacks, Sophie now experienced those as teasing, not hard enough, she wanted more. The next ten did not help, firm, but with no real sting. She raised her bottom high, wiggling as her moans begged for more. What came after that was what she’d been waiting for, strong, stinging smacks on her sore burning bottom. All the while fearing the ten that would come after those. They did come eventually, the harsh painful smacks after a full swing of his arm. They made her whimper, struggle and beg, but it was the price she had to pay for the pleasure she had received before.
When it was over, the customer’s hand softly massaged the sting away. Just moments before, Sophie had begged him to stop, to make a choice between these two paddles and not try the others. But with the sting lessening and her excitement surging, she was already looking forward to the next one. She had learned now to enjoy the long, slow warmup. When he picked up the third paddle, Sophie raised her bottom for every smack, all ten of those soft strokes reawakened the sting from the earlier paddles. The ten firm smacks made her moan and wriggle in pleasure. The ten strong ones made her gasp for air and struggle in his grip. The ten harsh ones made her bawl and scream her lungs out.
Breathing heavily, Sophie lay across the customer’s lap. Her bottom was bright red and on fire. His hand felt soft and gentle as it once again massaged her poor behind. There was just one more paddle to go. “I want to ask you something.” The customer said. “But feel free to say no.” Sophie did not answer, instead she just raised her bottom, enjoying his warm, sensual hands, rubbing away the pain. “I’d like to see how you react to the paddle when you’re being pleasured at the same time as you’re being spanked. If you agree, I won’t do the last set of very hard smacks, I’ll just keep going with the semi-hard ones until you cum. All you have to do is finger yourself while I spank you.”
Sophie blushed. She longed for an orgasm, the excited had filled her body and enflamed her pussy all this time she’d spent across his lap. Still, he was just a customer, a stranger she’d only just met. Pleasuring herself while across his lap would be… Exciting, she realized, she didn’t even care that she would be spared those last ten smacks – okay maybe she cared a little – she was wet imagining herself showing off how horny she was. “Anything for the customer, sir.” She said. She reached back to touch herself. With her arm now trapped between herself and John’s legs, her fingers firmly pressed down between her lips; she only had one hand against the floor to keep her balance as her boss’ friend picked up the last paddle.
“Slowly, Sophie.” The customer said as he paddled her softly, ten slow, soft smacks. “I don’t want you to cum before I’m finished testing this paddle.”
Sophie blushed, she’d been too excited to contain herself, her fingers rubbing her clit firmly and fast as she wriggled across his lap. She slowed down at his instructions, denying herself the orgasm as the next ten, firm smacks landed. She had almost forgotten the pain until he started on the last ten. Those hard smacks reignited the sting and Sophie squealed even as she was squirming in pleasure. She counted down from ten, the speed of her fingers slowly increasing as they neared the point where she was allowed to cum. Her body was shaking uncontrollably when the eleventh smack landed, howling in pleasure at the twelfth and thirteenth. “One more.” She begged and the customer landed a final, firm smack across her bottom.

“Did you make a choice, sir?” Sophie asked. She still lay across his lap. The customer was massaging her bottom, easing away the pain. She did not want him to stop yet.
“I have.” He replied. “In fact, you did such a good job that I’m buying all of them. I’m sure your boss will be pleased with your work.”
Sophie blushed deeply at the mention of ‘her work’. “I’m glad I could be of service, sir.” She said, unable to stop a cheeky grin.
“Good to hear it.” The customer said. “I’ll be sure to make use of your services on my next visit as well then.”
Sophie blushed, but did not protest. When the customer finally let her stand up, she could look up at him without avoiding his eyes. Her dress felt heavy against her still sore bottom. He handed her the belt that he had taken off at the start. “You should ask your boss to help you put that back on.” He said. “I’ll come up with my purchases shortly.”
Sophie realized he wanted some time to compose himself as well and blushingly left the changing room, carrying the belt in her arms. Only then did she realize several other customers were browsing the basement. They looked at her curiously. With a squeak of surprise, Sophie hastened her way upstairs.
“Well, how did it go?” Her boss asked her when she approached his desk. He’d been helping an older couple at the register and Sophie had queued up behind them, the belt in her hands, her red bottom hidden beneath her dress.
“It went very well, sir.” She replied. “Your friend, I mean the customer seemed very pleased. He intends to buy all four paddles we tried.”
“Very good, Sophie.” Her boss replied. “I’m pleased that you’ve learned a new way to aid our customers. I guess if you’ll be helping them in this way, I’ll have to put that belt away and let you wear normal panties again.” He smiled. “Something sexy perhaps? I bet the customers would like that.”
Sophie blushed, but she was not completely surprised at the suggestion. She weighed the options in her head. No more chastity belt, but she’d have to ‘help’ other customers like she’d done today. Let them try out the various spanking implements in their store. And what else? They sold more than just spanking equipment. A rush of excitement flooded her as she imagined herself trying on various collars, allowing herself to be tied up and blindfolded or even trying out the various vibrators, dildo’s or butt-plugs before the curious eyes of their customers. “Of course, sir.” She replied. “I’ll make sure to wear underwear that’s suitable for my new tasks.”

The gentleman (part 2)

stockings and garter-belt

It’s been a little over a week since Sam discovered Mike’s website and his stories. After reading that first one that seemed to have been inspired by her, she read many more. Each one resulted in the same warm, overwhelming ecstasy as she could not stop herself from masturbating to Mike’s kinky, well-written fantasies. Sam had never before considered herself kinky, she hadn’t given more than a passing thought to such desires. But in this last week, she had been unable to think of sex without such fantasies intruding and her sex-drive had gone through the roof, meaning she played with herself nearly twice as often as usual. Even her dreams hadn’t been safe. Sam had been single for quite a long time and she was starting to see that might need to change. In other words, she needed to get laid.
Now Sam is not the type of girl that goes to a club just to meet someone and she doesn’t like the idea of a fuck-buddy. Sam’s sexual experiences have always gone hand in hand with a strong emotional relationship. The problem is that there’s no one that’s caught her eye in a while. Except perhaps Mike, though they’ve only talked for just half an hour. All she knows about him is that he writes kinky stories for fun and is several years older than she is. Sam has never dated a man much older than herself, but combined with what she knows about him, his age actually seemed to make him more interesting to her. Sam wouldn’t admit it herself, but she was developing a crush on a man she barely knew. It wasn’t until her friends started noticing, catching her daydreaming and smiling at nothing, that she gave in to the impulse and decided to contact Mike again.

Meeting Mike on the train again would seem borderline stalker Sam thought, so she decided to write him an email instead, she found his contact information on his website.

Dear Mike

A little while ago I met you on the train and you told me about your website. I’ve enjoyed many of your stories ever since. I hope you don’t find me too forward when I say I’d like to see you again. I’d like to get to know the person behind these stories. He seems like a very interesting man.

Perhaps we could grab a drink sometime? It would be much more fun than the morning commute by train. Just a casual meet-up of course, nothing like in any of your stories.

Eagerly awaiting your reply.

The answer didn’t come as quickly as Sam would’ve liked. In fact, it took several days before Mike answered and Sam was starting to wonder whether she’d made a mistake in contacting him. Perhaps he just wasn’t interested in a young, inexperienced girl like herself. Fortunately, when the answer did come, it did away with those fears.

Dear Samantha

Forgive me for not replying sooner, I rarely check this email address as it is only used for my website and usually just gets unwanted spam. Your mail however, was very welcome. I’ll put my personal email and phone number at the bottom so you can contact me directly.

I must say I’d love to see you again as well. I don’t often go out for a drink, so how about I take you out to dinner instead? I’m a bit old-fashioned like that. I’ll tell you all about me and in turn you can tell me which of my stories you liked the most.

How about next weekend, are you free on Friday?


A few more texts went back and forth and Sam had a date that Friday. She was more nervous than usual, this was the first date she’d be on with someone she hadn’t known as a friend before. Mike would arrive to pick her up at any moment while she was still selecting her outfit. She had some idea what he liked from reading his stories. A dress was the obvious choice, something short that would show off her long legs, combined with stockings so that they would attract the eye while still being decently covered. She went for a blue dress in the end, snug around the hips while flaring out over the laced top of her stockings. The thongs crisscrossing her cleavage gave it a nice nearly-kinky touch. The stockings would stay up by themselves, but Sam dug up the garter belt she never wore anyway. It was just a first date and Mike wouldn’t get to see it, but the sexiness of the attribute gave her a boost of confidence. She wore shiny blue pumps and had just enough time for a touch of make-up when the doorbell rang.
Mike looked great, from his shiny black shoes and pin-striped slacks to his clean white shirt and bright blue tie. It made Sam glad she’d decided on a dress. “My lady.” Mike said, offering her his arm. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” He said when Sam took it and let him lead her to his car.
“You look quite ravishing yourself.” Sam replied. She had to suppress a giggle when Mike opened the car door for her; he was being overly chivalrous but Sam enjoyed the change from the sort of date she normally went on.
Mike didn’t say much during the ride, instead focusing on the traffic. It was strange to Sam how their mutual silence did not feel as uncomfortable as you might expect. The restaurant he took her to was the type of place that managed to be fancy, without being overly expensive. Mike’s gentleman attitude remained on point as he opened the door for her and pulled back her chair for her before sitting down himself. He let her make her own choice from the menu, but gave her order to the waiter himself. He did all this with a smile that meant he didn’t think she couldn’t do it herself, but because he wanted to do it for her.
When the refreshments came and they waited for their orders to arrive, they talked about work, family and hobbies. Mike answered her questions freely and seemed equally interested in her. He never mentioned his stories, despite what he’d said in his email. When Sam asked him about it, he said he’d only been teasing her and they wouldn’t provide a proper subject on a first date.

When the evening ended, Mike brought her home and joined her to the front door. “I had a great time.” He said. “I hope you weren’t bored with an old man like me.”
Sam smiled as she turned the keys in the lock and looked at him over her shoulder. “Of course not.” She said. “This was the best date I’ve had in years.” She turned around and smiled at him. “Despite, you’re not that old, you’ve got what? Eight, nine years on me?”
Mike laughed. “That would be about accurate.” He seemed hesitant to leave.
Not knowing what to say herself, Sam stood in the open door. They hadn’t talked about anything sexual or kinky all night, but a kiss at the end of a first date would not be inappropriate, would it? Instead, to cover her hesitation, she asked him: “Would you like to come in for some coffee?”
She blushed deeply as she realized what she’d said. Inviting a man in for coffee usually meant something very different. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Mike replied, coming to the same conclusion.
“Just coffee.” Sam said. “I promise.”
After showing her date to the living room, Sam retreated to the bathroom to freshen up. She was suddenly nervous having a man in her home. Mike’s insistence that they have a proper first date had just increased the excitement she was feeling. By not talking about the stories he’d written and she had read, he had in fact ensured they were all she was thinking about now. All these times she’d touched herself thinking about him after reading one of those stories and now he was waiting for her in her living room. Sam would never have sex on a first date, but now that principle was crumbling. Who decided what was proper or improper anyway, who made these rules? ‘Mike does.’ A voice in her head said, remembering his stories. But those also described what happened when someone broke those rules, and hadn’t she dreamt of that so often lately?

With her decision made, Sam returned to her living room. Her dress she’d left behind in the bathroom. She’d thought of wearing a sexy nightgown, but that could still be excused as readying herself for the night. Now she only wore her underwear and shoes; stockings held up by the garter belt and a set of black, laced lingerie. This could only give one, clear message of her attentions.
Mike was seated in her sofa, looking incredibly handsome in is outfit. “That doesn’t look like you just want to have coffee.” He said.
Sam smiled, she walked straight up to him and straddled his lap. “Is that a problem?” She asked, bringing her face close to is.
“It is.” Mike replied. “You made a promise, Samantha. If you don’t want to end up across my lap in a very different position from this one, you better keep it.”
“What if I don’t want to keep it?” Sam asked, tracing his cheek with a finger.
Mike smiled. “Then you’ll find out how serious I am.”
Biting her lip, Sam looked into his eyes, then whispered: “Ok.”
With that simple admission of consent, Mike wrapped his arms around her, and before she knew it, Sam lay face down across his lap. “Very well.” He said and his hand landed with a sharp smack across her bottom.
Sam moaned, relishing the stinging sensation that spread through her behind. Mike did not give her much time to cherish it however, as the next smack came soon after and another after that. Quick and firm they rained down on her bottom. Sam squealed and kicked at the unexpected pain and force behind the spanking. The loss of control, the realization of actually being spanked made her panic and beg him to stop.
When the pain did immediately stop, Sam was surprised at the suddenness of it. Her bottom stung, but not overly much even though the spanking had been harder than she’d imagined it would be, at least for her first time. “Having second thoughts already?” Mike asked. “Or are you ready to be a good girl now?”
Sam blushed, “I did not expect you to spank me so hard.” She admitted.
Mike placed his hand on her bottom and stroked her cheeks, softly squeezing them. “Soft and sensual spankings are reserved for good girls.” He said. “Not for those that break their promises. But you did not answer my question.”
Sam bit her lip. The pain wasn’t that bad actually, she’d just been surprised, that’s all. “I didn’t change my mind.” She said. “And I don’t feel sorry for taking off my dress.”
Mike raised his hand. “Oh, but you will be.”
The smacks came hard and fast. Sam squirmed and moaned, but Mike did not relent. Her bottom bounced under his hand, her legs kicking in the air as she could do nothing else to prevent the stinging pain inflicted on her behind. “Ok, I’ve had enough now.” She said. But Mike did not slow down. The pain kept building as the color in her bottom deepened. “I’ll be a good girl.” She tried. And “I’ll never break my promise again.” But Mike was not satisfied. Her bottom was blazing and her moans had turned to squeals by the time she remembered enough of his stories to know what to say. “I’m sorry.” She moaned.

“I’ll give you some time to think about what just happened.” Mike said as he made her stand in the corner of her own living room. “When you’re ready to talk about it, come sit with me.”
With her hands on her head, Sam stood in the corner. Her bottom felt on fire. All she felt was pain and embarrassment, but somehow this felt as the sexiest thing she’d ever done, or have done to her. Her desire for Mike was just as great, if not greater than before. She felt satisfied, but at the same time she wanted more. Still, she took a long time to think about her feelings before talking to her date, the man who had spanked her. “Can I come out of the corner now?” She asked.
“Of course.” Mike replied. “Come sit here.” Sam joined him in the sofa, wincing when she sat down next to him. “So what just happened?” Mike asked her.
“I got punished because I did something wrong.” Sam replied.
“Not just punished.” Mike replied. “Punished by me.” He smiled. “This is something you need to know. As long as you act like a lady, I will treat you like one. But if you act like a wench, I’ll punish you like one. That is of course, if this first date isn’t to be our last.”
Sam blushed. “I’d like that.” She said. “More dates, I mean.”
“Are you sure?” Mike asked with a smile. “What you’ve gotten now would only be a warm-up. You have to realize you’re not just going to get spanked when you feel like it. The decision will be up to me and as long as we’re dating I’ll be in charge.” He paused for a moment. “I’ll spank you for fun when you behave well, but when you misbehave, it will hurt.”
“I’m sure.” Sam said, afraid to say more as her conflicting desires battled in her mind.
Mike took her hand. “Very well he said. Then you’ll get back over my lap right now.”

Sam froze. “What, why?”
“I told you.” Mike said. “What you got before was just a warm-up. I think it’s actually a good thing you misbehaved on our first date, at least now you’ll know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Sam blushed, but let herself be pulled across his lap again. If I can’t take this, she told herself, I should just stop fantasizing about spankings altogether.
“Your safe-word is red.” Mike said as he hooked his thumbs behind her panties. He did not need to explain it further and Sam promised herself that she would not need it. Still she was glad she had it anyway. Mike slowly lowered her panties, revealing her bare, red bottom, framed by her stockings and garter belt. The air felt cool against her skin and the wet spot between her legs. Her arousal was obvious to Mike, but so was his as she felt him while laying across his lap. Sam was immediately reminded of how much fun this spanking could have been, if only she’d been a good girl. Instead of the teasingly soft touches and gentle smacks, Mike spanked her hard. The pain in her bottom was renewed as Mike’s hand connected with her now bare skin. Sam kicked her legs, moaned and squirmed as she made no secret of her discomfort. The contrast between the imagined sensual spanking and the actual pain drove home the realization that she was being punished. With the burning, stinging pain came a sense of shame. Shame for her actions, not only for breaking her promise, but for her inappropriate behavior, shamelessly showing her near-nudity to the man she barely knew, giving in to her desires on what was just their first date. With the shame came the tears, she felt them rolling down her cheeks. Still, she knew she was strong enough to take this, no matter how much it hurt or how hard she squealed. She could prove, not only to herself, but to Mike as well that she was a strong enough woman to accept her punishment. The tears became a badge of honor, signs that the punishment worked and her acceptance that she deserved no less.
This time, she did not beg Mike to stop, but she could not stop herself promising she’d be a good girl, swearing to never do it again. She sobbed and wailed, squealing and howling when Mike relentlessly smacked her red, throbbing behind.
It took a while for Sam to realize when the ordeal was over. She lay over Mike’s lap, his hand was softly massaging her sore bottom, the pain did not lesson despite his gentle touch. When she finally realized no more smacks were coming and her sobbing stopped, she looked over her shoulder at her tormenter. “Good girl.” He said. “You did really well.”
Sam blushed. She’d made it, she’d proven that she could do this, that she could accept her punishment. In fact, she felt great, wonderful even. Mike let her up and hugged her closely. Sam had never before felt this forgiven for something she’d done wrong. “So, do you think you could continue dating someone like me, knowing the risk you’d run?” Mike asked her.
Sam smiled as he looked up at him, she did not have any doubts. “It wouldn’t be a risk,” she said. “If you want it.”
Mike smiled but raised an eyebrow. “Did you want to be punished?” He asked.
Sam laughed. “I didn’t misbehave so you could punish me.” She explained. “And I won’t misbehave on purpose. But when I do misbehave, I want you to punish me.”
Suddenly Mike’s arms were around her and pulled her close, his lips pressed against hers and his tongue slid inside her mouth as he kissed her deeply. “A kiss on the first date should be acceptable.” He said.
Sam let Mike hold her until he broke their embrace, afraid she’d go too far again and thus letting him take the lead instead. When he let go, she longed for more, but felt satisfied giving up control to him. “You’d better go and freshen up.” Mike said.

Sam picked up her panties as she got off the sofa. She’d lost them sometime while kicking her feet and was suddenly very aware of her nudity. Despite all his chivalrous behavior, Mike did not look away as she walked around the sofa and towards the bathroom. Once alone, Sam sighed deeply. In the mirror she could see her make-up had left dark traces down her cheeks, it was strange that these signs of discomfort turned her on greatly. She ran a brush through her hair and grabbed a dressing gown. Her panties she left off as they were too snug against her sore, stinging bottom. Her face she washed last, enjoying the view of her tear-stained cheeks as long as possible. When she looked fresh and clean, the only proof of her recent punishment – a bright red bottom – hidden beneath the gown, she returned to Mike.
Sam passed the kitchen first, winning time by making the coffee she’d promised before she’d have to sit down on her poor behind again. Mike smiled as she offered him a cup and smiled even deeper when she squirmed softly when sitting down. “Can I ask questions?” She asked.
“Of course.” Mike replied.
“If we continue dating, what things do I need to keep in mind? What kind of behavior will get me into trouble?”
Mike grinned. “I think it’ll be a lot more fun if I didn’t tell you, but let you discover that by yourself.” Sam blushed. “But I’m sure that if you use your common sense and do your best to behave like a lady, you won’t have any trouble. If you need more than that, I suggest you read some more of my stories.”
Sam smiled. She actually liked that he didn’t set her any rules, it showed that he respected her enough to expect her to know what was right and wrong. It also left him the opportunity of course, to spank her again. “At what point, do you think, is it appropriate for a girl to ask her date to join her in her bedroom?” She asked her next question.
“Normally, I’d wait to at least the third date.” Mike replied. “But in relationships you sometimes have to make compromises, so for you I’d be willing to let it happen on the second.”
“I’d like that.” Sam said. She blushed, for Mike was making it out to seem like he was doing her a favor, while she was sure he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“In that case, I’m very much looking forward to our next date.” Mike said. “But perhaps for tonight it’s better that I’ll be leaving.”
Sam didn’t want him to leave, but the stinging pain in her bottom encouraged her to be a good girl and accept his ruling. She followed him to the door and kissed him goodnight a last time. “Don’t take too long to ask me on that second date.” She said. “I’m curious to what a good girl spanking feels like.”

Naughty wife vs. cheating secretary (part 3)

office blowjob with bare bottom

With a tray of sandwiches and a hot cup of coffee, Linda entered the building where her husband works. A couple of his co-workers know her, as she’s been there before, even though she works in a different building herself. She wonders if any of them had heard what had happened the day before in her husband’s new office. She blushed remembering it, how she had pretended to be his secretary just like in her dream. In bed yesterday he had texted her to bring him lunch and thus she was role-playing as his secretary again. If her ‘boss’ wanted more than just sandwiches for lunch of course, her husband would find out and spank her for ‘cheating’ on him when she got home tonight. Both prospects turned her on greatly.
John was waiting for her in his new office and Linda smiled as she placed the tray on the large wooden desk. She remembered vividly being bent over that the day before. “John isn’t here,” John said and Linda raised an eyebrow in confusion. “He’ll be back later, he’s in a meeting still,” Her husband continued. “So I thought I’d take the opportunity to talk to you.”
Linda blushed as she realized where he was going with this. “Oh, are you one of his colleagues then?” She asked.
“Exactly,” her husband said. “I was in the room next door yesterday and managed to overhear quite the interesting activities in this office around lunch time.
Linda blushed as if he really was someone who might overheard and not just her husband who at the time had been role-playing as her boss. “What did you overhear?” She asked.
“Oh, I heard enough.” The ‘co-worker’ said. “I also know you’re married and I’m sure you don’t want your husband to find out what a little slut you are, do you?”
Linda bit her lip. “No, of course not.” She said, even though her husband already knew of course.
“Well then, I know of a good way for a little slut like you to buy my silence.” The ‘co-worker’ said. He was standing next to her husband’s desk and started undoing his jeans.
With a blush, Linda knelt in front of him. It was embarrassing, pretending to be this slutty, but she knew her husband liked it. She liked it herself too, but only because they were role-playing. Things were getting complicated though: the ‘co-worker’ was blackmailing her to not tell her husband that she’d slept with her boss, though he already knew; and all three were being played by her husband. So complicated in fact, that she was having a hard time remembering it wasn’t real. Which made it all the more exciting.
After she’d finished off sucking her boss’ co-worker, he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. “You little slut.” He said. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” He pushed her towards the desk and Linda bent over, thinking he was about to fuck her as he raised her dress and pulled down her panties. “I know exactly what a naughty girl like you deserves.” He said as his hand smacked her bottom.
Linda grunted and moaned as each smack landed hard and firm. Only the day before they’d started using spanking in their sexual play and it seemed as if her husband couldn’t get enough of it. He quickly had her pleading and kicking her legs, still she couldn’t get enough of it herself either.

“Well, it’s time I left.” The ‘co-worker’ finally said as he rubbed her bright pink bottom. “We’ll have to do this more often… Unless you want your husband to find out.”
“No, please don’t tell him.” Linda said, she moaned deeply as the ‘co-worker slid a hand between her legs.
“Until next time.” He said. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Your boss left a message for you.” He handed her a note.
As John left his own office, Linda quickly read the note. “Bring lunch to meeting-room 3.” As Linda was wondering what he planned there, John suddenly returned to his office.
“There you are.” He said. “Why didn’t you bring my lunch? What have you been doing all this time?”
Linda blushed, unable to respond. He had put her in this situation himself and there was no way out except for breaking character. “I’m sorry, sir.” She managed to reply.
Her ‘boss’ moved to his desk and the tray of food. “And the coffee is cold too.” He said. “Get your ass over here, you lazy git. Bend over my desk. I told you yesterday what happens to bad employees.”
Linda bend back over the desk, the same position as before. Her ‘boss’ pretended to ignore that her bottom was already pink and her panties still around her knees. The spanking earlier hadn’t been that long and Linda understood now why that was.
Playing her boss, John was more free with how he played with her, the spanking just as hard, but taking advantage of her nudity to let his hand and fingers wander. Linda was moaning and shivering as much as she was squealing. But as her bottom became redder with each smack and the pain nearly intolerable, she begged and pleaded, promising to be a better secretary. She wondered if there were any real co-workers in the room next doors.
Still, as her boss, John was more strict, each smack on her poor sore bottom was measured and aimed expertly to evenly divide the sting across her buttocks. Until finally, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed his crotch against her sensitive behind. “I guess I’ll have to make due with something else for lunch then.” He said, lowering his jeans and then pushing his erection inside of her. Her ‘boss’ fucked her roughly, pushing her down on his hard wooden desk and thrusting his hips into her poor swollen behind. Linda moaned and whimpered until he came, shuddering inside of her.

Back at the office where she worked, Linda sat uncomfortably in her chair. She didn’t have a private office like her husband had, so she had to sit still lest she attracted attention to herself. Her bottom was sore and her legs still shaky. He hadn’t let her reach an orgasm for herself as the naughty secretary she’d been. So now she had to try to work, with a sore red bottom and a pussy wet with unsatisfied arousal. She knew of course that she only had to hold on long enough. She’d certainly get her due when she got home tonight. Her husband would know she’d ‘cheated’ on him again – how wouldn’t he? – and give her a third spanking for today.
When those excruciatingly long hours of waiting in the afternoon had finally passed and Linda had made her way home, her husband was there waiting for her. “So, I heard the spanking I gave you yesterday wasn’t enough.” He said, not willing to wait any longer himself.
Linda smiled, they were pretending she was an insatiable wench and allowed to cheat, but having to pay a price for it. “I’m sorry honey.” She said. “You know how I am. There I was with, all alone my boss and that big wooden desk in his office and I just couldn’t help myself when I bent over for him.”
Her husband got up and grabbed her by the hand. “I know exactly how you are, just like you knew there would be a price to pay.” He guided her to their sofa and pulled her across his knee. She must still be pink, but John ignored that as he pulled down her panties yet again that day.
The spanking was slow this time. Slow measured smacks that made her bottom bounce. Between moaning and squirming, Linda thought back on her day: sucking off her boss’ co-worker, the two spankings in quick succession and then being fucked by her boss on his desk. This all culminated in this long and sensual spanking from her husband in payment for all the things he’d made her do before. The arousal between her legs was building as she rubbed herself against his lap, wishing there was something between her legs, even just his knee to grind against. There wasn’t however, John didn’t even use his hands to touch her there, just those hard smacks, again and again. And still she came, even without him touching her. Her body started shivering, her muscles contracting and her moans louder and louder with each smack. Until she cried out in pleasure from an orgasm without even being touched.
“You naughty wench.” Her husband said. “I told you I’d take off my belt if you cheated on me again.” Having rewarded her with that orgasm, her husband pushed her off his lap so that she was kneeling beside the sofa, her upper body resting on its seat.
In the ecstasy of her orgasm, Linda was barely aware of what was happening. She vaguely remembered the fear of that threat, getting the belt instead of just his hand. But when it suddenly hit her already burning behind in full swing, she cried out in excitement, not pain.
Each swing came hard and fast, a whooshing sound followed by a loud smack and Linda’s squealing. No matter how aroused she was, the pain was coming through and she whimpered and moaned, sobbing softly as there was nothing she could do to protect herself. The role-play felt real in her mind and she felt immensely sorry, knowing she deserved this for cheating on her husband. “I’ll never do it again.” She promised, begging him to stop, pleading for mercy.
When John finally did stop, he knelt behind her. “Oh, no.” He said. “You will do it again, because I’m going to make you. I’ll make you come to my office like my secretary again and you don’t want to disappoint your boss, do you?” Linda shook her head. “And then I’m going to make you do the most perverted things because you don’t want my co-worker to tell your husband, do you?” Linda shook her head again. “And then when you get home to your husband who already knows anyway. I’m going to have to use my belt again, won’t I?”
Linda nodded. “Yes, sir.” She said.

John picked up his wife from where she was kneeling in front of their couch. Carefully he carried her to their bedroom. After all the things they’d done in the past, it seemed they’d always been heading in this direction. Where their sex-life was a mixture of role-play, spanking and hot rough sex. He laid her carefully on the bed, smiling when she winced as her sore red bottom hit the sheets. “I love you.” He said as he knelt between her legs, penetrating her slowly, not fucking her, but making love: slow and sensually. From now on he had full control of how he treated or mistreated her sexually. Now he just wanted to show her how much he actually cared.
Linda wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him close in their embrace. It was a wonder, John thought, how she enjoyed her roles, just as much as he had enjoyed his own.

The gentleman (part 1)

wind up skirt at train station

On other days Sam wouldn’t have thought twice about the encounter. It was a normal day in spring and early in the morning. The city was promoting a car-free day in support of the environment and Sam had decided to participate and take the train to work. A friend had given her a ten-ride ticket, al she needed to do was fill in the date, her place of departure and destination. Having forgotten to bring a pen, Sam had to ask one from one of the others waiting on the platform. The man who gave her his was a bit older than her; Sam was in her early twenties and he must’ve been around thirty. She would have normally considered him too old to catch her interest even though he was quite handsome. On other days she would have forgotten him immediately.

Sam had never taken the train to work before and had not anticipated how boring the half-an-hour ride would be without anything to entertain her. In front of her and on the other aisle, the man who had lend her his pen was typing something on a laptop. She tried to read along, but the text was too small at this distance. Curious as she was, she considered for a moment to take the seat next to him, but she did not want him to think she was interested in a conversation. Besides she would probably be disturbing him in his work. It was of this unsatisfied curiosity, that Sam was unable to forget their encounter, no matter how brief it had been.

Days went by without Sam seeing the man again, but she had not forgotten him. Her mind had transformed what should have been a simple memory into an intriguing mystery. Finally, when she could no longer take her wondering thoughts, she decided to look for him; if only to prove to herself that her dreaming about him was ridiculous.
She did not know if it was luck, or if this man commuted to work by train every day, but she found him again the very next day when she took the train to work. Sam felt a bit foolish when she saw him. She had gone through all this trouble just to see a man she had barely said five words to. Still, she knew she’d have to go through with it now or things would only get worse. She waited until the man took a seat and then moved to sit in the aisle opposite him. When he took out his laptop, Sam turned towards him and asked: “I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing you, but may I ask what you’re writing? I’ve seen you on this train before and it seems like you’re often working on something.”
The man turned to her with a winning smile. “Just some stories,” he said.
Sam did not want to bother him too much; she wouldn’t usually just address a stranger for no apparent reason. But her curiosity wasn’t so easily satisfied. “What kind of stories?” She asked.
The man hesitated, some slight colour – it could have been a blush – appeared on his face. “They’re erotic stories.” He finally admitted.
With a blush, Sam reached for words, but found nothing to say. “Oh.” She managed. After staring ahead of her for a while, she noticed the man had put his laptop away and was making notes in a small notebook. He probably assumed he had chased her away with his answer. Who in his right mind wrote erotic stories on the train anyway? Sam thought. Too embarrassed to start up the conversation again, she ignored him for the rest of the ride.

Meeting the man had only made matters worse. Sam’s curiosity was not satisfied knowing the kind of stories he was writing; it now wanted to know exactly what happened in those stories. She still daydreamt about the man, and now more often those fancies came with an erotic touch, just like she imagined his stories to be. Sam had not read a lot of erotica, though she had tried a few. She had a good idea of what his stories could be like. She did not find there was anything improper or wrong about erotic fiction and it was only logical someone would write it. If she was normal for reading it, the person writing it wasn’t any less normal than her. So the next time Sam took the train to work, she told herself this was not because she was curious, but because she wished to apologize for her reaction to her discovery.
As she had hoped, it hadn’t been luck that had brought them together last time. The man and his laptop were present on her ride to work, like he probably was every day. He looked up and smiled when Sam sat in the aisle next to his again. “Good morning.” Sam said. “We met once before.” Because she did not think he’d remember lending her his pen a few weeks ago.
“Twice actually.” The man replied. “You were in need of a pen and I never forget a pretty face.”
Sam blushed. She had not anticipated his flirtuous tone. It shouldn’t have surprised her though, how else should he react when she kept approaching him like this? Especially after the subject of their last, stunted conversation. “I just wanted to apologize for the abrupt way our last conversation ended.” She said. “I was a bit surprised.”
The man smiled again, it was the kind of smile that made you forget those years he had on you. “I understand. We can continue where we left of if you want.”
Samantha blushed lightly, she hadn’t really thought past giving her apology. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you again while you’re working on your stories.”
“Not at all.” The man said. “I only write those when there’s nothing more interesting to be done.”
Samantha bit her lip, but she could not deny the happy feeling she got for being considered more interesting than whatever it was he was working on. She decided than to overcome her shyness. One train ride, half-an-hour of possible awkwardness or embarrassment and then her curiosity would be satisfied and they’d never meet again if she didn’t want to. “So what exactly are your stories about?” She asked.
The man grinned, but there was a bit of surprise to his eyes as well. As if he hadn’t expected her to delve deeper into the subject. “Many things.” He said. “My name is Mike, by the way. What’s yours?”
Sam blushed deeply, realizing how obvious her curiosity must’ve been since she hadn’t even introduced herself. “I’m Samantha.” She said. “But my friends call me Sam.”
“Well, Samantha.” The man said, as if trying out the sound of her full name. “Most of my stories are about BDSM. Do you know what that is?” Sam nodded. “Now don’t go imagining dominatrixes in leather, full-body latex suits or those poor women whipped bloody. My stories are erotic, encounters between normal people just like us, with just a touch of extra kink.”
Samantha had to admit she had envisioned such images at the mention of BDSM, but she understood there was a lot more to it than that. Some of the stories she had read in the past had actually been exactly the kind he meant, erotic, sensual sometimes even about love. “What kind of kinky things happen in your stories then?” She asked him. Luckily there weren’t many other travellers in the train, for Sam couldn’t have had this conversation if she feared someone might overhear. She could still hardly believe that she was admitting her curiosity to this stranger. It was only because of his own obvious interest in the matter that she felt she could.
“Most of them contain some form of spanking.” Mike told her. “Usually in the form of an over-the-knee experience for the misbehaving lady with nothing more than the man’s hand or a single implement. It gives the naughty girl as much pleasure as it does pain. I sometimes include some bondage, from simple handcuffs to ropes and blindfolds. And lastly I often include a theme of exhibitionism, either intentional nudity or the fear of being seen or caught.”
Sam was seated on the edge of her seat, fearful that she might seem fidgety. She didn’t know why the simple description of the content of his stories had turned her on this much. She had never done anything really kinky in her past and all she knew came from those few stories she’d read. “You must have a lot of experience with such things, to be able to write about them.” She said.
The man laughed out loud. “Not really.” He said. “I mean, I’ve had a few women willing to experiment, but I would hardly call myself experienced. Most of it comes straight out of my mind.” He paused for a moment. “So what about you? Any anecdotes you wouldn’t mind make their way into one of my stories?”
Sam blushed. “No, none at all.” She said.
The conversation faltered for a moment. The man looked like he would ask her something. Perhaps if she was interested in creating such an anecdote. Sam blushed again, but the man just said: “Well, it was nice to meet you Samantha. I hope we can talk again some time.” The train was slowing down for the next stop.
“Nice to meet you too.” Sam said and then her curiosity gave her that last little push. “Perhaps I could read one of your stories sometime.”
In reply, the man took the notebook from his suitcase and quickly wrote something down. “I have a website.” He said. “You can read them there.” He ripped out the page on which he’d written the address and handed it to her just as the train stopped. He waved her goodbye and got off.

Sam had left the note in her pocket all day, but at home after work, she unfolded the piece of paper and wondered what to do. It was a bit like visiting a porn site, she thought, except instead of videos there would be stories. Sam wasn’t the kind of girl who looked down on porn, but the few times she had tried watching one, she hadn’t really understood the appeal. Erotic stories of course would be very different.
When she started up her computer and surfed to the website, she was surprised to see a lot of erotic pictures and photographs. She blushed and looked over her shoulder, even though she knew she was alone. Each story had a title and corresponding picture, probably to entice you to read it and lure more visitors. The pictures were very sensual, but not as explicit as on an actual porn site, more erotic and less base. The newest story, posted at the top, showed a woman at a train station, a train went past in the background and the wind whipped up her skirt to bare her bottom. It was titled: ‘The train ride.’ Having met the author on the train herself, Samantha decided it was fitting she read this one.
The story told of a young woman waiting for her train. It described her in detail, from her long brown hair, her dark eyes and pale skin. Sam wondered if this was the kind of girl Mike – the author of the story – liked. She realized the girl was a bit like her, even the dress she wore and the underwear described in detail resembled what she herself liked to wear. In this story, the train was nearly empty of other travellers and the young woman had a wagon to herself, the perfect setting for a semi-public erotic story. The plotline became apparent quickly when the train conductor came by to check her ticket. The woman had brought one, but she had failed to fill it in, having forgotten a pen. This combined with the similarities in their appearance made Sam blush deeply, as she was sure she herself had been the inspiration to this story when she had borrowed the author’s pen. Her heartrate increased and her arousal grew as she read on. She discovered how the man she had met had fantasized she would react if he hadn’t given her that pen. The woman – who was her – was faced with the cold, strict reaction of the train conductor and a fine she could not pay for she did not carry enough money. Security would be contacted and wait for them in the next station, unless … the young woman might pay her fine in a different manner? Sam’s blush was replaced with a deep, longing arousal as she read how she – the girl – undressed in the empty train wagon until nothing but her underwear remained. The story described her body in detail, and how the author had imagined she’d look like naked. Even her underwear was strangely accurate, even though there was no way he could have known such things. When the girl in the story was bent over on one of the train seats and her bottom swatted by the conductor’s firm and unyielding hand, Sam’s own dress was raised and her hand rubbing the fabric of her panties. She had never masturbated to porn before, but when the girl in the story had her panties lowered for her spanking to continue on a bare bottom, Sam lowered her own to let her fingers reach her swollen wet pussy. The story finished before she could finish herself, with an excruciatingly open ending where the red bottomed, sorely punished girl faced the question of how she should show her gratitude for receiving this alternate punishment instead of a fine. Forced to use her own imagination in the end, Sam imagined the herself – the girl – on her knees at first in a proper gratefully submissive position and then back up, bent-over the seats to take the conductor’s hard cock from behind. Except the conductor was now Mike, the man she had met and had written this story.