Free e-book for February

Ok, so technically it’s March already, but I’m blaming amazon and their slow approval-system on that.

The collection for February will be available on amazon as soon as it gets approved, which means January’s collection will be free for 5 days.

The free collection contains the following stories:
– Meeting a gentleman
– Dating a gentleman
– Fucking a gentleman
This is already a reworked version, so the stories in this collection are improved versions of those you may have read on this blog.

Get it now on
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Or support me by buying the new collection with the following stories:
– Naked at the pool
– Showing off her red bottom
– Spanked at the pool

The new collection is already at the reworked versions’ quality.
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The forest fire (part 3)

Naked girl with backpack

In three months time, Emma spent five weekends at a hotel in the area where she’d met the forester. She had always loved waking in those woods, but she knew the amount of money she was spending was excessive.
The reason for this behavior was of course him, the man who would spank her on each visit, before she’d even had the chance to misbehave.
As soon as she’d arrive at her hotel, she’d call him. He would visit and make sure she would behave during her walks by giving her a firm spanking. Her red bottom was a good reminder during her walks of why she had come here.
Twice she had met him again on one of her walks, on the second day of her weekend. She was sure he had followed her, because a chance meeting seemed just too unlikely in the vast forests. Both times, he had spanked her as well, right there in the forest. Not because she had misbehaved; but because he could and because she wanted it as well.
At the end of such a day, he would often show up at her hotel, where at her hotel-room, they would fuck. They didn’t talk much. Their relationship was a physical one, based mostly on their shared love of spanking, naughty outdoors activities and casual sex with a relative stranger.

While booking a room in one of her favorite hotels in the area, Emma wondered why she kept going back so often. She almost felt like she was getting addicted to sex with John.
It was so different from anything she’d experienced in the past. He was so dominant, not just when spanking her, but while fucking her as well.
She yearned for that hotel-room, for a place where she was no longer in charge, where she could give up control for a while. Even if it meant she would get spanked. Especially if it meant she would.
Yet at the same time, she felt she was looking for something more. These visits did not satisfy her completely. She kept going back, hoping to find that one thing that was still missing.
For a while, she thought she’d fallen in love with John. Perhaps she wanted more than just his hand on her ass or his cock in her pussy. She fantasized about going out with him on dates, meeting his family, staying at his place…
If she was his girlfriend, would he still spank her as often? Would he perhaps expect her to follow other rules as well and discipline her when she misbehaved?
The thought turned her on greatly and she realized perhaps it wasn’t love after all that she was looking for. It was discipline.
Of course, John spanked her whenever she was in the area, but those were just precautionary spankings. She had not done anything to deserve them. Not like the first two times they’d met, when he’d spanked her for starting that fire or skinny-dipping where it wasn’t allowed.
She wanted a spanking she’d earned.

As she realized this, she recognized how hard that would be. She did not want to do anything bad, like starting a fire; just naughty enough for John to realize she was doing it on purpose.
When she arrived however, John would already spank her just in case. It was weird to admit it to herself, but she knew she would not be in the mood for some sort of bratty prank when her bottom was already red. John was very good at putting her in a submissive mindset where all she wanted to do was please him and be a good girl.
This meant, she had to do it before letting her know she was staying at the hotel, or perhaps not let him know at all, which was a breach of the rules in itself. But then he wouldn’t know she was there for him to find and spank.

The last few days before the weekend passed, Emma spent her time thinking of how she could get in trouble with John in a way that made sure she got what she wanted.
She decided then not to tell him she was coming, not right away at least.
When she arrived at he hotel-room that weekend, it was odd, being in her room, knowing John wasn’t going to come in at any moment and spank her.
She felt naughty for keeping her presence a secret. Yet at the same time, she felt free. Free to do something naughty and get herself in trouble.
Emma laughed softly at herself. She had never before felt an urge to be naughty and had surely not associated it with being free. What’s the point of being spanked, if you can never be naughty? She thought.
The thought pleased her so much that she put it in a text and sent it to John. It would be a first cryptic message for him to find out what she was doing.

That afternoon, Emma went for a walk. Her bottom was still pale and unhurt, it was an odd sensation going out like this, nothing to remind her to behave.
I would’ve never thought of getting on trouble on purpose, if it wasn’t for those spankings, she thought. If she did now, it was John’s fault as much as her own.
She wore comfortable jeans and a t-shirt during her hike; but underneath she had swapped her normal comfortable underwear for something sexy. She did want to be caught and stripped to a bare bottom by the end of the day after all.
“The forest is great this time of year, isn’t it?” She texted to John. On her first message, he had only responded with a winking emoticon.
“It is. I wish you were out here to see it. The leaves are coloring red in fall, possibly my favorite color. But you knew that.” He replied.
“I know you like recreating it in places that are otherwise pale as cream; yet I think I prefer it on the trees. I just found a leaf, redder than a sunset.” Emma texted back.
“Are there many trees down in the city?” John replied.
“There are; but not as many as out here. I think I just passed that spot where you spanked me last week.” Emma texted back, admitting she was out there somewhere, breaking his rule.
“I do not remember giving you a spanking this week. Are you out there without my permission, young lady?” John replied.
Emma licked her lips, this was so fun and exciting at the same time. “I thought that if you were going to spank me again, at least this time I’d make sure I’d earned it.”
“Oh you definitely earned it. You should keep that leaf, when I find you we shall find out if I can make your bottom redder than a sunset as well.” John texted.

Emma blushed but did not reply to John’s latest text. She hadn’t lied when she said she passed the spot where he had spanked her last week. John would know where to look for her.
This must be what a hunted deer feels like, she thought with a chuckle. She had increased her pace, but there weren’t many roads in this area, no intersections where she could cover her tracks. For all she knew, she was running straight at him.
The thought of eventually being caught turned her on greatly. She hadn’t really given it much thought when she planned this. She’d focussed mostly on the part where he would catch her. Yet now she felt that this turned her on as well, the adrenaline of hiding, trying to get away with her misbehavior, yet at the same yearning for the punishment that would follow.

“Emma!” A loud voice suddenly echoed in the forest.
Emma looked over her shoulder and saw a man in uniform, coming in her direction.
Stay and face the consequences, or make a run for it? She thought.
She hadn’t come here today to be an obedient girl. She started to run.
Emma had quite a head start on the forester, but every time she looked over her shoulder, he seemed to be closer. Soon she could hear his footsteps closing in.
“Emma, stop!” The forester called.
She looked behind her again, he was but two steps behind her. She slowed down then, running was okay, but she didn’t want him to tackle her or anything.
“Why did you run?” The forester asked after placing his hand on her shoulder an pulling them both to a stop.
“I didn’t want to make it too easy on you.” Emma replied with a mischievous grin.
“So it’s not because you wanted to end our arrangement or because you were afraid?” John asked.
“No, of course not. I wouldn’t have texted you if that was the case.” Emma said.
“I’m just asking because I don’t want you to think you don’t have a choice in all this.” The forester said.
Emma understood how her actions might have made him think he had been taking advantage of her all this time, while in fact she’d wanted it as much as him.
“I just wanted to earn my spanking for once.” She explained. “Like the first time we met.”
The forester smiled. “Well you surely earned it this time.”
Emma blushed, he was going to spank her any moment now, but she felt she wanted to discuss it more.
“Perhaps we can skip those spankings in the hotel in the future and focus on those when I misbehave.” Emma said, she was sure now that she preferred these kind of spankings over those without a reason.
“How will I know when you misbehave.” The forester asked. “I can’t come out here and follow you all the time.”
“We’ll just have to spend more time together.” Emma said. She blushed, she hadn’t really thought about dating John since she’d booked the hotel. Did she really want more from him than just sex? And what would he think, would he avoid her if he thought she wanted more?
“I’d love to spend more time with you, Emma.” John replied. “In fact, I think it would be about time someone took charge of you and taught you to be a good girl for once.”
Emma blushed even deeper. What had he said? Take charge of her? Part of her wanted to bristle against that comment, but an other part grew warm and excited.
“I think I’ll start right now.” John continued. “You did your best to earn this spanking young lady, so I’m going to make sure you get exactly what you deserve.”
Emma bit her lip. This was exactly why she’d come out here, wasn’t it? Then why was she apprehensive now? She knew a spanking could hurt, she wanted it to hurt. But that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied.
“Take off your clothes.” John commanded.
Emma licked her lips and slowly began to undress. John had made her strip out here those past few times as well, ever since he had caught her skinny-dipping and escorted her back to her hotel naked.
When he noticed she was wearing something more sexual underneath her clothing than usual, he smiled but motioned for her to take it off as well.

Standing completely naked in the middle of the forest, Emma let John take her arm and guide her to a tree.
“Bend over.” He commanded.
Emma placed her hands to the tree and bent over for her punishment.
John’s hands were on her bottom, rubbing, squeezing. Emma moaned softly, deeply aroused.
The first smack echoed through the forest and Emma moaned deeply. Another smack followed the first and then another and another. Each of them loud and clear, spreading that familiar sting through her buttocks.
Emma’s heart was racing. Yes, this was the kind of spanking she wanted. Not because she was out here instead of in their room – though the thought of being outside where anyone could see certainly increased her arousal – but because she had earned it.
The pain started to built and Emma dug her hands into the bark of the tree. She shouldn’t reach back, but she hoped John would give her a break soon.
Then she remembered the threat he had made the very first time they’d met. “Don’t make me get the rope.”
Why was she so obedient, just because he had caught her? Wasn’t she trying to be a naughty brat today? She reached back with one hand to rub her bottom.
“Hands in front of you, young lady!” John said while smacking the part of her ass she could not reach.
Emma placed her hand back against the tree but now used the other to rub the other side.
“In front of you, Emma.” John said, pulling her hand to the side.
Emma just placed it back on her bottom again.
This was fun!
John pushed her hand aside and pressed himself against her, his crotch against her stinging bottom as he bent over and whispered in her ears. “Do you remember what I told you the first time we met?” He asked.
Emma moaned deeply, feeling John’s arousal as his erection pressed through his trousers against her pussy.
Why do you think I’m doing this? She thought to herself.
“Hands in front or I’m getting the rope.” John reminded her.
Emma placed her hands back against the tree and John stepped back. She only waited for a bit however, ten solid smacks and then she reached back to rub away the pain.
No other smack came, but Emma heard the forester walk away from her. She looked over her shoulder and saw him digging in his backpack. Her breathing grew ragged.
John returned with a length of strong, coarse rope. “Give me your wrists.” He commanded.
Emma held up her hands obediently, wrists held together, deeply excited.
John tied the rope around them and then looped it around the tree, forcing her to bend over again, this time with no way to reach back or escape her punishment.
She heard him take off his belt and licked her lips. This part would hurt the most, but she loved it all the same.
The crack of his belt on her bottom echoed through the forest. Emma squealed and moaned, but all she could do was endure her punishment.
The pain grew worse and worse as her bottom felt on fire, red like that leaf she had shown him before.

“So, are you going to try harder to follow my rules?” John asked her.
Emma was hanging against the tree, its bark rough against the bare skin of her breasts, she was completely out of breath.
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered. “Though I’m not sure I will be able to obey them all, because I don’t know all your rules yet.”
“How about we meet up at my cabin.” The forester said. “I’ll mark it on your map. We can discuss them there.”
Emma stood up against the tree, looking on as the forester searched for her map in her backpack and then drew a circle where his cabin would be.
“It’s deep into the forest.” He said. “No-one will hear us.”
What won’t they hear? Emma wondered, still tied to the tree. My screams? Her knees felt weak and her bottom was still burning, but already she longed for more.
“I’ll meet you there, Sir.” She said.
The forester smiled. “I have a small test for you, Emma. To see if you can be a good girl and follow my instructions. If you succeed, I’ll let you into my cabin and fuck you; but if you fail, you will be spanked first.”
Emma licked her lips. Spanked first, so fail or succeed, she’d get fucked either way. “What is the test?” She asked.
“You’re going to walk to my cabin, completely naked.” The forester said. “You can take your clothes with you and should you see or hear anyone you can put them on, but that’s the only exception. Take them off when they’re out of sight and continue your journey completely naked until you find me. I’m going to trust you to be honest in telling me whether you succeeded or not.”
Emma bit her lips, a naked hike to a destination she hadn’t been before? “I will try my best, Sir.” She replied.
“Oh, and you can keep on your shoes.” John said as he came close, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply before untying the rope around her wrists.
Emma blushed at the intimate moment, naked in his arms. They had kissed before of course, but this was different, less lustful and more affectionate.
“Thank you, Sir.” She said.
She picked up her clothes and stuffed them in her backpack. John was already walking down the road. “See you later, Emma.” He called.
She was completely alone, naked and alone. So exciting. She could get dressed of course, but no, she could prove to him that she could do this. Truth was, she was very excited to be doing it.
Naked, with just her shoes on her feet and her pack on her back, Emma set out to find the cabin. She listened closely to hear any other hikers, but soon relaxed, surrounded by the sounds of the forest.
On my way to get fucked, she thought with a blush. I’m not even wearing any clothes, presenting myself naked to the man who is going to do it. And if I don’t he’s just going to spank me again. Her bottom was still burning.
The cabin was quite far from where the forester had caught her. At least a few hours walk if she read her map right.
She wondered if he was following her, silently spying on her to make sure she did not get dressed. He wouldn’t have to, she had no intention of failing the test.
Realizing he might be out there, Emma suddenly felt watched. Not just by John, but by anyone who could be out there, silently watching her without alerting her of their presence. The thought aroused her, yet at the same time made her increase her pace to reach the safety of his cabin sooner.
When she finally saw it between the trees, she stopped. Would John be waiting? She wondered. Would he take her inside and fuck her right away? Her excitement flared.
At least we know I can follow his rules, she thought; having succeeded in her test. Though she wondered, wouldn’t it be better if I had failed? The pain in her bottom was nearly gone and part of her would like it to be renewed before he fucked her.
She made her way to the cabin and knocked at the door.
I hope I have the right cabin, she suddenly thought. What if she was wrong and someone else opened, while she stood there naked as she was born.
No-one answered however and the thought went away. How many cabins like this could there be out here anyway. With her back against the door, she waited for John to arrive.
She opened her backpack to get a drink and rummaged through her clothes. The urge to put them back on and earn a spanking became greater and greater.
Just the panties and bra, she thought. I didn’t put on this sexy set this morning for no reason.
Moments later, dressed in just her lingerie, she watched John approach through the forest. She wondered if he had been waiting for her to put something on or whether it was a coincidence.
She blushed when he looked at her and noticed the underwear.
“I thought I told you to remain naked.” He said when he arrived.
“I was.” Emma said. “I walked the entire trail naked, until I reached the cabin like you asked.”
“I said until you find me, not until you find the cabin.” John said.
Emma blushed, she knew that, she was only pretending to have misunderstood.
“Oh, does that mean I failed, Sir?” She asked with a pout.
“I think it means you’re still trying to get in trouble on purpose, and that you’re getting another spanking on that naughty red bottom of yours.” John said.
Emma licked her lips. “Wouldn’t you rather just fuck me?”
John took some keys from his pocket and opened the door to the cabin. Emma followed him inside, wondering whether she’d get that spanking or not.
Inside all doubts were erased from her mind. One half of the cabin had a small kitchenette with an old stove, the other a four-poster bed with rope tied to the posts, chains on the ceiling and on the wall wooden paddles, switches and canes, floggers and whips.
Emma gasped.
“I’d like to get to know you better, Emma.” John said. “So I thought it’d be fair you got to know me better as well. Perhaps we can spend more time together in the city, we can go on a date and have some fun. When you’re naughty I will spank you of course, and even give you some rules to follow and turn you into a good girl. When you break those rules however and need more than just an ordinary spanking, we can return here, to the forest where we met and in my cabin I can teach you what it’s really like to be a good girl.”
Emma was shocked by what she saw, but not scared. She knew John well enough to trust him. He had brought her here to show her this, not to use it if she didn’t want it.
She was also extremely turned on by having a secret hide-out in the forest, full of kinky equipment to punish a naughty girl like herself.
“Only if you’re interested of course.” John said. “I can understand if this looks a bit overwhelming.”
Emma licked her lips. “I’m sure we’ll be spending a lot of time in here.” She said. “I’m going to need a lot of lessons before I can become a good girl.”
John smiled. “Don’t worry, you will and I’ll take things slowly. I won’t overwhelm you with these things.”
Emma laughed. “Like you did with your belt?” She asked.
John coughed.
“I’m sorry, I was just joking.” Emma said quickly. “I’m sure you won’t give me more than I can take, I trust you.”
John closed in on her and placed his hand on her bottom. “So, what do you want to start with?” He asked.
Emma bit her lip. “I still need a spanking for getting dressed, don’t I?”
“Perhaps one of the paddles?” John suggested.
Emma made her way to the wall and looked at the row of paddles. She picked up one of the larger ones, not wanting to seem afraid by picking a smaller one. “This one, Sir.” She said, handing him the spanking implement.
“Good choice.” John said. “Bend over and place your hands on the bed.”
Emma did as she was told, still wearing her lingerie as she bent over the bed in the forester’s cabin.
John placed the paddle against her pink backside.
Emma held her breath.
The paddle landed with a loud thwack across her bottom and Emma squealed softly.
“One!” John counted.
Again and again the paddle landed hard on her sensitive buttocks, Emma couldn’t help but squeal and dig her finger into the beds mattress.
John kept counting each stroke, though Emma didn’t know what he was counting to.
“Fifteen!” He shouted and Emma squealed again.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” he pleaded. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” He bottom felt on fire, swollen and red.
“Fifteen, not bad.” John said and Emma realized he’d been counting to see how many she could take.
“I think I can take a few more, Sir.” She said with a blush. She didn’t know why she said it. Her bottom was on fire and she was yearning for him to fuck her.
“How many?” John asked.
Emma licked her lips. “Five more, Sir.” Just like she proved she could follow his rules, she wanted to prove to him she could take this.
“Twenty in total does sound like a good place to start.” John agreed.
He placed the paddle back on her bottom and Emma dug her fingers into the mattress, ready for the rest of her spanking.
She was squealing by the time he reached twenty, her bottom bouncing beneath the impact of the paddle.
At twenty, John placed the paddle on the bed and pulled her up. “Good girl.” He said, hugging her tightly.
Emma rubbed her body against his, yearning for him.
John’s hands slid down her back, rubbing her sore bottom and pulling down her panties. He pushed her backwards until she felt the bed against the back of her legs. He unhooked her bra so she was completely naked once more.
“Would you tie me up like you did in the forest, Sir?” Emma asked.
“Great idea.” John agreed. “Lay down on the bed.”
Emma sat down on the mattress, wincing when she was reminded of the pain in her bottom.
John pulled some rope from around the beds posts and used it to tie her wrists to the head of the bed.
Completely naked, Emma looked up at the man who had spanked her and spread her legs.
“Did you at least bring the condoms today?” John asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Emma said. She had after all planned on getting spanked and fucked from the beginning.
John rummaged in her backpack until he found what he needed. He kept his uniform on like always and knelt between her legs.
He leaned forward and with his weight on her body and her hands tied behind her head, Emma could not get away as he finally pushed his cock inside of her.
The forester fucked her hard and rough, biting her ear, her neck and her nipples. Emma came even before he did, her body shaking uncontrollably in between pleasure and pain.

“Perhaps I shall keep you here tonight.” John said after he too had come. He had rolled off her and was throwing away the used condom. Emma was still tied to the bed.
“Well I couldn’t get away if I wanted to.” Emma replied, indicating the rope around her wrists.
“Though it’s a bit of a shame since you paid for your hotel-room.” John said.
“Yet from now on perhaps I could stay here when I want to go out hiking.” Emma said.
“Only if you promise to be a good girl.” The forester said.
“I can’t promise that.” Emma replied. “But you’ve got everything you need right here to deal with me when I misbehave.”
“Very well.” John said. “But I do want to do more than just spank and fuck you, Emma.”
Emma blushed. “How about we have dinner, somewhere in the city next week.” She suggested.
“That sounds great.” The forester said. “I’ll be able to see how well-behaved you are out in the civilized world.”
Emma smiled. “In case I disappoint, I don’t have this sort of equipment at my apartment, but I’m sure you can improvise.”
John laughed.
“So are you going to untie me yet?” Emma asked.
“No.” The forester replied. “I’m going to have some more fun with you first.”
This time, he did take off his uniform.

The forest fire (part 2)

Naked girl skinny dipping

A week had passed and Emma could not forget the man who had spanked and fucked her. She had booked a room at the same hotel she’d stayed in the weekend before; hoping to see him again. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to fuck her or spank her, maybe both.
She did not see him at the hotel and she realized he would be in the forest, doing whatever it is a forester does all day. She didn’t even know his name, so she could not ask anyone about him.
In the afternoon, Emma followed one of the abandoned hiking paths. She knew it would be impossible to search for one man in such a large forest. She would have to give up on finding him.
Instead, she enjoyed the outside air like she always did and fantasized about what might happen if they ever did cross paths again.
As time passed and her fantasies ran out, Emma realized that if they did ever meet again, chances were she’d just be walking along the road. It wouldn’t be anything like her fantasies or last weekend when she’d been caught in her underwear. If she wanted those fantasies to be real, she’d have to be the naughty girl that deserved those spankings.
She would have to be more risky out here where he could find her. Perhaps go skinny dipping or walk the empty road with less clothes on than she should. If she wanted a spanking, she should be naughty, she wouldn’t start a fire again, but there were other, harmless things she could do.
This idea of harmless but naughty behavior did not come from nowhere of course. Emma had been resting on a fallen log beside a small pond. To the side stood a small wooden post with a sign that read: “No swimming”.
After staring at that sign for a while, Emma found the courage to go through with her plan. She took off her clothes and placed them on the fallen log.
Even her bra and panties went off, until she was completely naked. She never considered herself an exhibitionist and surely never undressed where anyone could see, but the memory of her first encounter with the forester turned her on greatly. Out here, the risk of being caught was small enough to be overwhelmed by the excitement she felt.
She stood there for a while, completely naked like the animals that inhabited the forest. She stayed still, inviting them to look at her, hoping and fearing at the same time that perhaps it wasn’t just animals watching.
When she slowly descended into the pond, it felt like becoming one with the nature around her. She had almost forgotten the sign and her reason for doing this; instead she enjoyed the moment, thinking she should more often try experiencing nature as fully as this.
As she reached the deepest part of the pull, Emma was submerged to just below her breasts. She lowered herself into the water until it reached her chin. The water was cold, but it was a pleasantly warm day.
“What are you doing in there.” A man’s voice suddenly broke the idyllic scene.
Emma’s eyes shot open in surprise. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed them; but she had recognized the voice.
Had he really found her? She wondered. How was it possible, that in the vast forest, he just happened to stumble into her now?
She stood up in the water, trying to see the forester. Her bare breasts were visible above the pond’s surface, but he had seen them before. Emma was not embarrassed to be caught naked by him, the soft, wet skin off her bosom was part of her method to seduce him once more.
He arrived at the water’s edge from behind some trees, wearing the same dark uniform. It reminded her of their night in the hotel and made her blush.
“Swimming.” Emma replied, trying to sound innocent and naughty at the same time.
“You should come out of the water Emma, you know you’re not allowed to swim here.” The forester said.
“No.” Emma replied, trying for a bratty expression. “You just want me to come out so you can see me naked.”
“I’ve already seen you naked. Besides, I’ve been watching you for a while. You can’t tell me you didn’t see that sign over there while you were resting on that log.” The forester replied.
Emma bit her lip. He’d been watching her? Again she wondered how he had found her out here, a chance meeting seemed just too unlikely. “Did you follow me?” She asked.
“I did.” The forester admitted, without shame. “I saw you at the hotel and decided to make sure you didn’t get in trouble again and it turns out I was right to do so.”
Emma didn’t know whether she should feel upset by that or not. He had probably decided to follow her for the same reason she had decided to take a swim in this pound.
“I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal.” She said.
“It is a big deal, Emma and the longer you stay in there, the more trouble you’re in.” The forester said.
Emma blushed, but slowly climbed out of the water. When she reached the forester at the bank, she was shivering. Her own nudity stood in sharp contrast to his well-tended uniform.
“I was just swimming.” She said.
“That sign isn’t placed there for no reason.” The forester explained. “Some animals that live by this pond are on the endangered species list and by swimming here, you’re disturbing their habitat.”
Emma blushed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“There are dozens of ponds in this area that you’re free to go skinny-dipping, Emma. Why did you pick this one?” The forester asked.
Thoughts of being naughty or spanked were all gone as Emma felt truly guilty about what she’d done. “I just wanted to have some harmless fun. I thought some day, you might catch me and spank me again.”
Normally, she wouldn’t have admitted her true goals so easily, but her guilt forced her to come clean.
“You don’t have to feel too bad, Emma.” The forester said, realizing how upset she felt. “I doubt you leisurely swim disturbed anything. That sign was meant more for youngsters jumping and diving into the pond, making too much noice and damaging the plants near the water.”
“Thank you.” Emma mumbled, feeling instantly better when she realized she hadn’t made a huge mistake and the forester wasn’t truly angry at her.
“But you’re still going to get that spanking.” The forester said.
Emma licked her lips. She was still shivering, running her hands down her body to warm it up as her skin slowly dried. “Thank you, Sir. I’m sure I deserve that.”
The forester sat down on the fallen log and held out his hand. “I see that you’re cold. Come here, I’ll have you warm in no time.”

Emma let herself be guided across the forester’s lap. This position was much more intimate than the previous one, where she’d stood bent over against a tree. She felt his warm body against hers, his uniform soaking up some of the water that was still left on her skin; and just below her hips, the pressure of his erection, proof that he was just as turned on as she was to be spanking her again.
The smack of his hand on her wet bottom echoed through the forest and Emma squealed. The cold water on her stretched skin seemed to double the sting as each gentle smack hurt a lot more than she remembered from her previous punishment.
Emma looked down at the forest floor, grass and fallen leaves between her fingers as her bottom was spanked. She moaned and whimpered as the pain slowly increased and her bottom grew redder and redder.
“You can’t just go around breaking the rules, Emma.” The forester said. “Especially if you’re doing it on purpose just because you want to be spanked.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Emma said.
The forester hooked his spare arm around her hip and Emma knew her spanking would now really start.
She squealed when the first full-armed swings landed on her stinging bottom. She moaned and struggled, but there was no escape from the forester’s firm grip.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She plead, but the only reply was the echo of each smack on her bottom, vibrating between the trees.
Emma kicked her legs and wailed as her bottom bounced beneath the forester’s hand. Was this really what she wanted she wondered? Had she truly broken the rules on purpose, just to be punished like this again?
Yet she didn’t have to wonder. She needed just a moment to look past the pain, to evaluate her feelings and realize how aroused she was. How wet from excitement her pussy felt, something the forester surely knew and saw as well.
There was no cure for her excitement however, not yet. She wanted to be a naughty girl, wanted to be punished and yes, wanted the punishment to feel real. She didn’t want it to be over before she’d reached that point where she felt completely under his control.
“Stand up, Emma.” The forester suddenly said.
Emma took a breath and pushed herself off his lap. Was it over? She wondered. Her bottom felt on fire and relieved that the smacks had stopped coming. Yet a small part of her yearned for more, yearned to feel that complete loss of control.
“Have you learned your lesson yet, young lady?” The forester asked.
Emma bit her lips. “I have learned my lesson, Sir; but I think I can take a bit more.”
She stood before him completely naked, full of the realization that she was asking for more while her bottom already felt on fire.
“I wasn’t going to let you get away that easy, Emma.” The forester said. “Just because you learned your lesson doesn’t mean you’ve received all the punishment you deserve.”
Emma blushed.
The forester unclasped the belt from his uniform and slowly pulled it through the loops. He then folded it in half, holding it threateningly in one hand.
“Bend over and place your hands on the log, Emma.” He said.
Emma gasped. “Please Sir, not with the belt.”
“Do you want me to punish you or not, young lady?” The forester asked.
Emma blushed. That is what she wanted, but the belt it was just too… Scary, she realized; but was she scared of his belt, or scared of letting go? If she truly wanted to give up control, then she’d have to trust him not to punish her harder than she could endure.
Slowly, she bent over and placed her hands on the fallen log.
The forester moved behind her.
The belt whipped through the air in a wide arch. The cracking sound when it connected with her bottom echoed through the forest.
Emma squealed; but the pain was delicious.
It spread through her bottom, a deep thudding pain, more intense than that of his hand, but somehow more enjoyable too.
Again the belt whipped through the air and painted a broad red line across her buttocks.
Emma moaned in excitement.
The belt came again and again. The forester made sure to switch sides and to aim at every part of her bottom, even her thighs, until her entire lower backside was glowing red.
Though the pain had her in ecstasy, it quickly became too much to bear. Emma quickly realized that while she had been wrong to fear the belt, she had been right to assume she would not be able to take as much from it as from a regular spanking.
Emma begged the forester to stop, promises and offers of her body to distract him from the need to punish her. She could prove to him that’s she’d be a good girl again, just like he’d called her in the hotel room after he’d fucked her. Bent over as she was, her pussy wet and swollen from excitement, she begged him to fuck her right then and there.
She believed her request would be granted when the forester dropped his belt and placed his warm hand between her legs. She shivered from his intimate touch.
“I don’t normally bring a condom with me when I’m out here.” The forester said. “But I’d be happy to escort you back to your hotel and fuck you when we get there. That way, I can make sure you don’t get in any more trouble along the way.”
Emma moaned. “Yes, Sir.” She replied.

“Get up, take your clothes.” The forester commanded.
Emma straightened, taking a short moment to rub her tender backside.
“Don’t put them on yet.” The forester said. “This is the second time I catch you out here with no or next-to-no clothes on. If you like being naked so much, you can walk back like this.”
Emma blushed. “No, please…”
“Don’t worry.” The forester said. “I’ll ket you put them back on before we reach the more popular roads.”
Emma bit her lip, clutching the bundle of clothes against her chest. Swimming naked out here had excited her, and the idea of being escorted back naked turned her on as well. Though it was hard to reconcile that excitement with the thudding fear of someone actually seeing her, or worse: her red, obviously freshly spanked bottom.
“You walk ahead.” The forester said.
Emma swallowed. The man had followed her all this way without her noticing. He would spot anyone approaching them before they would. She just had to trust him to warn her and let her get dressed before they got anywhere near the more travelled routes.
As she walked down the path through the trees, Emma could hear the forester behind her. She was constantly aware of her nudity. It accompanied the pain in her bottom in such a way that it felt like part of her punishment. In a way it was, she was being escorted back to the hotel by the forester after her misdeeds. That thought turned her on greatly.
The forester in the meantime had broken off a branch from a small tree and was stripping it of its leaves and bark. When he was done, he swung it through the air, passing but inches from her bottom.
Emma gasped and looked behind her as she felt the cool wind against her backside.
“Perhaps this will help you realize that this is no leisurely walk, but that you’re in fact a naughty girl being sent to her room.” The forester said.
Emma’s eyes went wide open and the forester swung the switch again, this time hitting her bottom. She squealed softly as it left a bright red stripe across her backside. The pain from her punishment had nearly disappeared and only a soft pink was left of the earlier warm red coloring. The stinging stripes quickly set her bottom aflame again and reawakened the pain.
Naked and with her bottom switched along the way, Emma was escorted back to her hotel-room. But this treatment only turned her on even more. She hurried to reach the privacy of her room where her punishment would be over and the forester might fuck her again.
Yet every time she walked too fast or too far forward, the switch landed twice as hard, reminding her of who was in charge.

They were not far from the hotel when the forester finally allowed her to stop. They had gotten into popular territory and Emma had grown more nervous with the minute about being seen. Yet when she finally pulled on her clothes, she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that it was over and that she was finally safe from his switch.
They walked the rest of the way to the hotel as if they were just a pair of normal hikers. At the hotel’s lobby, she waited for the forester to get some condoms from the shop and then join her to her room.
“Have you learned a lesson today, Emma?” He asked her.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied. Her bottom was still glowing and sore from the switching on their way back.
“And you’re still willing to prove to me that you’ll be a good girl?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied again.
“Start with taking off your clothes then.” He said. “You didn’t need them in the forest, you definitely don’t need them in the privacy of your hotel room.”
Emma licked her lips, slowly peeling off her clothes again.
“Bend over with your hands on the bed, pretend it’s that log beside the pond.” The forester told her, he had not taken off his uniform.
Emma obeyed.
“When you begged me to fuck you, your bottom was a lot redder than it is now.” The forester said. “I would’ve liked seeing that while I fucked you, a visual reminder of your well-earned punishment.”
Emma blushed. “You can spank me again, Sir. If that would please you.”
“That was exactly what I was going to do.” He replied. “But I’m glad you agree.”
He smacked her bottom again with his open hand. The sound echoing in the room and Emma wondered if out in the open forest, they might’ve actually had more privacy than here in her room.
The sting in her bottom quickly returned, making her moan and squeal at each smack; but so did the color and when her bottom was brightly red again, the forester put on one of his condoms and grabbed her hips to fuck her from behind.
Bent over like she was during her punishment, Emma moaned just like when she was being spanked, her arousal too great to contain. Her body shook and trembled several times, reaching an orgasm multiple times before the forester did.
The forester’s hips smacked against her sore buttocks, his cock grinding into her pussy, penetrating her deeply and easily finding her g-spot in this position.
She did not know where one orgasm ended and the next began, until finally the forester too stopped his thrusts to unload inside her, reaching his climax, only the condom stopping him from filling her up completely.

Emma rested on the bed while the forester straightened his uniform and threw away the condom. She wondered if he was just going to leave again, like last time.
“This can’t continue this way, Emma.” He said when he was done.
Emma blushed. Had he not enjoyed their time together?
“You can’t keep going out into the forest, misbehaving and hoping to get caught, just so I might spank you.” He said.
Emma blushed. Then what was she to do? Now that she had discovered how much she enjoyed this, how could she stop seeking it out?
“Someday, you’ll do something that’s actually dangerous or something actually goes wrong and it will be my fault for having encouraged you.” The forester explained.
“Then what do we do?” Emma asked. “You don’t want this to end this way, do you? I know you enjoy it as much as I do.”
“I do.” The forester admitted. “And that’s why I’m going to suggest the following. From now on, whenever you book a room at a hotel in this area, you will contact me. I will come over and give you a pre-emptive spanking. If you start out your weekend with a sore red bottom, you will surely not get into any more trouble.”
Emma blushed. “You want me to report to you for a spanking? Before I have done anything wrong?”
“We both know you would get into trouble anyway if you didn’t.” The forester replied. “This way at least you get what you want before anything goes wrong. Besides, you might find it a whole new experience, traveling these woods with an already well-spanked bottom.”
Emma bit her lip. Taking a spanking as the price to pay before being allowed to enter his forests. Why did that sound so exciting?
“Fine.” She said. “I guess that’s the best solution to our problem.”
The forester smiled. “I will of course also need some convincing that such a spanking reached its goal and that you are a good girl, before I let you out into the woods. You should make sure you have some condoms with you and perhaps take them out in the forest too. You never know when we might meet and decide to give you another reminder.”
Emma could feel the excitement between her legs, his words making her yearn for more, despite their earlier actions. Not only would she be spanked and fucked anytime she wanted to come for a walk again. She’d be out there knowing there was always a chance he’d show up and spank her, not because she was naughty, but just because he could. It made her wish she was out there now, realizing he would surely follow her like he had today, just to force those chance meetings.
“Of course, Sir.” She replied. “If our past meetings have taught me anything, it’s that I’m a naughty girl that needs to be kept on a tight leash.”
The forester laughed. “Just make sure you behave, Emma, or I might take that comment a bit more literal than you intended. I’m sure you’d look very cure in a leash.”
Emma blushed.
The forester grabbed something from his pocket. The motion reminded Emma of the fact that she was completely naked while he was still fully dressed. It truly enforced the idea of him being in control of the situation.
“Here, take this.” He said, handing her the business-card he’d taken from his pocket. “My phone number is on the back.”
Emma accepted the card and kept it close, on it was the number she’d have to call to ket her spanking and her permission to enter the forest.
“Until next time, Emma.” The forester said.
“Goodbye…” Emma replied, watching him leave.
She looked at the card as the door closed behind him. The phone-number wasn’t the only thing he had gifted her, on it was his name as well.
John.

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Short stories rework vol. 03

Hello everyone
The last few months, the stories have been coming a bit more slowly than usual,
but we’ve entered a new year and I’m trying to get back on schedule.

This means more stories and a new collection on amazon every month.

In the meantime, I’ll also be continuing with my short stories rework, the third volume is now available.

This one includes the stories:
– The piano teacher’s alternative lessons
– A naughty high school reunion
– A stranger’s hotel-room

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Remember, the reworked stories contain:
– better formatting for easier reading
– less gramattical and typing errors
– better and longer sex-scenes
– explicit or implied consent, because consent is sexy
– safe sex, because while danger can be hot, STDs aren’t

The BDSM escape room

Sexy slavegirl tied up in a closet

Mia was a girl who liked things kinky and rough. She did not have a boyfriend, but a few play-friends who were more than enough to fulfill her sexual needs.
She’d met most of them online or at a BDSM-party or other gathering. They’d spanked her, tied her up, fucked her, tortured her and pleasured her.
Mia was submissive. She liked serving her friends, obeying their commands and being punished for failing them. She called them Sir, and did whatever they wished of her; for they knew her limits and she knew theirs.
Things had grown stale however. These scenes with her friends were still fun, but no longer original. It was hard to come up with another scenario or another role-play. Most of the time they didn’t even bother.
Online, Mia complained to her submissive friends that she missed the adventure. Now that she had experienced all her fantasies, there was nothing new for her. She missed not knowing what was going to happen, being nervous for a new experience.
This was when one of her friends suggested she contacted James. She did not want to say what was so special about James, but she’d had a great time and she was sure Mia had never experienced anything like what he had to offer before.
Mia contacted a few other friends and they too had heard of this James. He was a well-respected member of the community and everyone that had met him said he was a thrust-worthy person.
Mia sent a short email to this James, explaining she’d heard of him from her friends and wondered what it was he does.
James offered she visit him to find out herself.
Normally, Mia wouldn’t visit someone at their home on their first meeting. She’d prefer somewhere public for safety; but because he had the reassuring approval of multiple of her friends, she made an exception this once.
“It’s a game.” James explained.
Mia had arrived at his house on a Saturday afternoon. James lived in a clean, modern home. He was friendly, charming and quite handsome. Mia still had no clue what he did that her friend found so special, but even then she would not mind getting kinky with him.
“What kind of game?” Mia asked, intrigued.
“You could see it as a sort of test.” James said, not giving away too much. “If you successfully solve the test, you win. If you don’t, you lose.”
Mia bit her lip. She had played many kinky games in the past, not very different from this one she guessed. “So I assume that if I lose I get spanked, but if I win, I get fucked?”
James laughed. “Oh no, nothing quite as simple as that. You will provide me with a list of your limits. When you lose, I can do anything I want to you, as long as it’s not on that list. I will give you a similar list of my own. If you win, you can ask anything of me that’s not on mine.”
Mia licked her lips. Those were some high stakes to play with. “What kind of test? Will it hurt and does it involve sex? How do you decide whether I’ve failed or not?” She wanted a bit more detail before she’d agree to such terms.
“The fun part is you don’t know until after you’ve agreed.” James said with a sly grin. “But I can tell you this. You will have to use your brains to solve this test and it’s not up to me to decide whether you succeeded or not. That part is completely objective.”
Mia pouted, a test for her brain seemed boring. It was the bet that would make this interesting. She’d have to let him do anything he wanted if she failed and she didn’t even know what she’d be failing at yet. At least failing wasn’t subject to his opinion so he couldn’t just make her fail.
“That doesn’t sound very entertaining. She said.
“Oh don’t worry about that. I’m sure the test will have you hot and bothered while you’re busy trying to solve it.” James said mysteriously.
Mia raised an eyebrow. What could he possibly have planned for her? “Very well.” She said. “I’ll take the challenge.”
James got up and fetched a sheet of paper and a pen.
“Write down all your limits, please. He said. “Sign with your name and suggest a safe-word in case you wish to end the test early.”
“What happens if I end the test early?” Mia asked while trying to think of all those weird, disgusting or dangerous kinks others might like, but she definitely wanted to avoid.
“Nothing. Neither of us wins.” James explained. “The only reason you could have for finishing early is perhaps a panic attack. If that happens, I’m not going to make you do anything but help you relax.”
Mia blinked. A panic attack? What kind of test was this? Still, she wasn’t giving up now. She finished her list of limits and handed them to James.
“Great.” He said, reading it quickly. “This leaves plenty of room for some fun.”
Mia blushed.
“Now, you’ll need to undress before the test starts. I want you completely naked.” James said.
Mia smiled. Well this test was certainly starting out interesting. She got up out of the sofa she’d been sitting in, took one last sip from the drink James had offered her and then wriggled out of her dress.
She did not blush as James watched her undo her bra or even when she bent over to pull down her panties. She loved the way he looked at her naked body.
“I’m going to blindfold you now.” James said. “Then I will lead you to the room where you’ll play the game.”
Mia nodded, telling him she was ready.
Completely naked, except for the blindfold, she was guided through the door at the back of James’ living-room. At the end of the hall, he opened a door. Mia knew they were at the back of the house, but there was no cold air telling her they’d left the building. Reassured that he wasn’t leading her somewhere outside, away from the privacy of his home, she let him guide her into the room.
“Stand still.” James said.
Mia could hear him pick something up that sounded like a metal chain. Goosebumps appeared all over her body. She hadn’t been chained up in a long time.
James placed something against her throat and fastened it around her neck, a soft leather collar. Mia could feel the chain that was attached to it fall against her body, it felt cold between her breasts. Then it disappeared as James picked it up and attached it somewhere.
“When you hear the door lock, you can take off your blindfold.” James said. “You will then have one hour to escape from this room. If you don’t make it out in time, you lose. The things you find in here will give you some idea of what I plan on doing with you.”
Mia gasped. He was going to lock her up? His game was an escape room? She suddenly heard the door lock and quickly pulled off the blindfold.
She stood in the corner of what must be James’ private play-room. The floor and walls were dark, rich wood and there was little light in the room. In one corner stood a large metal cage with restraints. In the other corner a large, blood-red leather sofa. In the middle of the room stood a spanking bench, a small pedestal with a box and a chest. Against the furthest wall stood an old wooden desk.
The leash on her collar was fastened to the corner and all she could reach was the spanking bench, the mirror on the wall behind her and the chest beside the sofa…


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His House, His Rules

cover for the novel: His House, His Rules

Hello everyone

It’s been a while since my last story.
This is because I’ve been busy these last few weeks reworking my novel: “Discipline for Charlotte”. With help from Stormy Night Publications, I improved and expanded the story and in return they published the novel under its new name: “His House, His Rules“.

I recommend checking out this new and improved version, even if you’ve read the old material, especially because there are some new and hot scenes.

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I’m very excited about this, because it’s the first time one of my works got accepted by a professional publisher. Take a look, post a review if you’ve read it and/or comment below.

Not convinced yet? Read the following excerpt:


Looking up as Charlotte returned to the room and seeing her standing hesitantly in the doorway settled his resolve as well.
With her face cleaned and her hair combed back, Eric was suddenly reminded of what an attractive young woman Charlotte was. She still wore nothing more than her underwear, a sexy set of matching bra and panties. Her bare skin looked soft, her eyes were opened large, her face full of anticipation, fear, and excitement.
It would be a pleasure having this naughty girl across his lap and spanking that bare round bottom.
“Come here,” he said, as he remained sat down on the edge of the bed. Charlotte approached him slowly, stopping right in front of him.
“I’ve been very disappointed with you today, young lady,” he said. Charlotte blushed and this encouraged him to go on.
“You really hurt my feelings when you threw that tantrum yesterday. I didn’t expect such behaviour from a grown woman such as yourself.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but Charlotte just blushed and looked down at her feet.
“At least you didn’t bother to put on a dress while you freshened up. After tearing the one you wore yesterday I think it’s fitting that you’ll get your punishment in your underwear. Next time then, you will think twice about being so careless.”
He looked at her and asked, “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Charlotte finally looked up at him, her red-flushed face unbearably cute. “No, sir,” she said. “Just that I’m sorry.”
Eric swallowed when she called him ‘sir.’ He felt the blood rush to his groin when she used the proper honorific without him telling her to. She stood in front of him with her feet crossed and her fingers entangled in front of her soft panties right in front of his eyes.
“Did you at least work on your applications today as you didn’t go to work?” he asked.
“No, sir,” Charlotte replied.
Eric shook his head. She was making it so easy for him. She really did deserve this spanking. He only hoped he could control his own arousal enough to concentrate on her needs.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, placing his hand on the mattress beside him to indicate the right side.
“On your knees.”
Charlotte knelt beside him.
“Now, over my lap,” he said, guiding her across his knees.
He breathed deeply when her weight pressed down on his legs, her upper body resting on the bed beside him, her legs on the other side. Her back was arched, her bottom raised, round soft cheeks covered in the thin fabric of her panties, begging to be spanked. He placed his hand carefully on her behind, softly stroking her bottom. He wouldn’t hurry it this time. He would take his time, relax her into it, and then give her the spanking she deserved.
He hooked two fingers behind her panties and pulled softly.

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Discipline for Charlotte – chapter 2

discipline for charlotte - ebook cover

The following story is the second chapter of my new novel ‘discipline for Charlotte’ Find out more about it on the books page.


chapter two – The agreement

Soft light filtered through the curtains of the guest room, waking Charlotte from her dreams beneath the bed’s thick warm blankets. Groggily she sat up as the dream already slipped from her memory and she hastily pulled the blankets up around her naked body; when she remembered she was alone, she dropped them again and got up out of the bed. There was not much to be found in the room beside her own dress at the foot of the bed, the bathrobe she’d borrowed and a locked chest at the bottom of an empty wardrobe. She chose the robe over her dress as it smelled much cleaner and prepared herself to face another difficult day before leaving the room and heading downstairs. A light was burning in the living room and she saw Frederic, already up and reading in the kitchen. “Good morning.” He said while closing the book as she entered the room. “How did you sleep?”
Charlotte recognized the book; this was already the second time she had interrupted him reading it. “Wonderfully, thank you.” She replied.
“There should be some cereal in the left cabinet if you want breakfast.” Frederic said. “And some milk or orange juice in the fridge. Please help yourself, I’m not much one for breakfast myself.”
A single glass of juice stood beside the closed book and Charlotte wondered if that was all he’d had. She looked for the cereal he had offered and asked him where to find a bowl and spoon for herself. She didn’t know where her next meal was going to come from after all. She couldn’t skip breakfast. When she sat down beside him to eat, Frederic picked up his book again. “I’m homeless.” Charlotte blurted out before he had time to continue reading.
Frederic held the book unopened in his hands. “Really? How did that happen?” He asked.
Charlotte blushed. She had decided to tell him last night. She felt that he deserved to know after having helped her this much. But she had planned to tell him a bit more tactful. She just didn’t want to interrupt his reading a third time. “I mean, I got kicked out of my apartment, two days ago.” She explained. “Because I couldn’t pay the rent.”
Frederic raised an eyebrow. “They can’t just throw you out.” He said. “As a tenant you have certain rights. They should’ve given you fair warning and time to find another place.”
“I’m six months behind.” Charlotte said. She looked down at the table and found it hard to look up at Eric. “I got a warning after three months from my landlord. But we had an agreement that he wouldn’t throw me out. He told me I should take my time to find a new job and not worry about the rent.”
“So what happened?” Eric asked.
“I guess he changed his mind. Maybe he needed the money after all. Last week he told me my time was up and two days ago the locks were changed. I couldn’t even get any of my stuff.” Charlotte took a deep breath, it felt good to tell someone, but she was afraid Frederic would feel exactly like she did. That it was completely her own fault. That she should’ve been able to find a new job in those last six months. That she’d been lazy and procrastinating and brought it upon herself. But when she looked up he did not look contemptuous or disappointed at all; he looked concerned.
“That’s outrageous,” he said. What a villainous thing to do. What was the agreement you made? Do you have anything on paper you can use against him?”
Charlotte blushed. “It was not that kind of agreement.” She said. “Nothing official.” Something changed in the way Eric looked at her then. What was he thinking? Did he think she had paid her rent some other way? How would he react, she wondered if she told him that it was actually her refusal to do so that had gotten her kicked out? Would he at some point ask the same of her? She was afraid to tell him the details, afraid of what he might or might not do and afraid she wouldn’t be strong enough to refuse for a second time. The night before, intoxicated by happiness and a story-like attraction to the handsome hero that had come to her rescue, she had nearly offered herself to him. When they sat so closely together in front of his TV she had tried, uncertainly, to seduce him. Whether he had been oblivious or uninterested, she did not know, but today she was happy nothing had happened. It would have been a bad way to start of any form of friendship.
“That’s unfortunate.” Frederic said, sounding a bit unsure. “What happened to all your belongings?”
Focussing on the matter at hand Charlotte banished her previous thoughts. “He told me he’d put them in a storage container. I’d get them back when I paid him.”
Frederic seemed to be thinking for a moment and when he couldn’t come up with a solution to her problem he changed the topic slightly. “So what happened after he kicked you out? Did you sleep in the park? Don’t you have any family of friends who could help you?”
“No. No-one that could help.” She said. She had some friends of course, but they couldn’t help.
Frederic nodded as if he understood, even though she hadn’t really given an explanation. “Do you want to stay here?” He asked.
Charlotte looked up sharply. Frederic looked like he had the day before, a concerned stranger offering his help. “Yes.” She said. ‘No ifs, no buts.’ She thought, just a straight and honest ‘yes’. If he wanted to help her, she’d let him. If his help came with a price she’d deal with that later.
Frederic looked her in the eyes. “Then promise me one thing.” He said. “Let me help you. Let me help you find a job, get your stuff back and find a new place for you to live.”
Charlotte didn’t know how to react. ‘Was that all that was needed?’ “Of course!” She replied.
“Good.” Frederic said; he smiled. “You can use the guest room as long as you need. Use my computer if you want to look for job openings. I want to see you work at it, I mean it!”
Charlotte blushed, he sounded so strict. She wondered how exactly he was going to help her. But maybe having someone looking over her shoulder was exactly what she needed after shirking her duties for nearly half a year. “I will get to work on it right away.” She said.
“We will have to go shopping first.” Frederic said. “I’ll need more food if you’re staying, and let’s not forget a second toothbrush and probably some feminine hygiene products. Besides, you’ll need new clothes until we can get your old ones back.”
Charlotte’s mouth dropped open, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I can’t pay for any of that.” She said with a frown.
“I know. Don’t worry, you can pay me back when you get a job.” Frederic replied. “I hate to increase your debt even more, but I’m sure you’d rather see it as a loan you’ll pay back and not rely on charity.”
Charlotte nodded. “You’re right.” She said. “I will pay you back first.” She was determined now to prove to him that she was worth the trouble he was going through and to thank him for the help and trust he put into her.
Frederic smiled. “I’ll take a shower while you make a list. You probably know better than I what you need.”

Eric took a last look at the girl he’d taken in before heading to the hallway and up the stairs. The bathrobe she wore was tied around her waist and accentuated her figure while leaving her legs bare. Her glasses gave her an innocent look, though he suspected that was far from the truth. He could not deny he’d enjoy having such an attractive and sexy young woman living with him for an unforeseeable length of time. She was highly dependent of him of course. ‘At his mercy.’ Were the words that repeated themselves in his mind. Which meant that nothing could happen between them because that would be highly unfair to her. Though maybe – he promised himself – after he’d helped her, something could grow from their time together now. But only if he proved to her – and himself – that he could be a gentleman until that time came.
After his shower Eric dressed in the same trousers and shirt he’d worn the day before. He didn’t usually enjoy shopping, but he looked forward to spending the day with Charlotte and getting to know her. She was still waiting for him downstairs. She’d found a sheet of paper on his desk and it already contained a list of items halfway down the page. “This is all I could come up with.” She said.
Eric took a quick look at the list; which seemed to contain only very sensible suggestions. “Very good.” He said. “That’s quite a lot, so we better leave early. Go take a quick shower if you want and get dressed.” It surprised him slightly when Charlotte immediately did as he said. Taking charge had come natural to him, which shouldn’t be a surprize in their current situation and in his own home. But it felt strange to do nonetheless, it had been a long time since he’d been in charge of anyone but himself. While waiting for her he added a few things to the list himself – some shampoo and tablets for the dishwasher he knew he was running out of. It did not take very long before Charlotte returned in the same blue dress she’d been wearing before. There were some stains around the hem and Eric saw just how wrinkled it was. He had overlooked how bad it actually looked the night before. Charlotte looked deeply embarrassed to wear it in its current state. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I don’t think I have anything else you can wear.”
“It’s ok.” She replied. “I’ll survive one more day in this dress.” Though the look on her face said otherwise.
“I can iron it for you.” Eric proposed. “At least that’ll get rid of the wrinkles.
Charlotte smiled broadly. “Yes, that would be much better.”
The ironing board stood in a cupboard under the stairs. Eric fetched it and placed it in the living room after taking out the iron and letting it preheat. “You can go upstairs to undress…” He said at the same time as Charlotte undid the zipper at her back and wriggled out of the dress. He swallowed his last words and stared at her. She wore cute blue and white underwear and had a body that took his breath away. She blushed only a little when she noticed him watching her. Taking a deep breath Eric held out his hand for her dress.
“Oh no. I can do that myself.” Charlotte said. She ignored his offer of help, laid out her dress on the ironing board and took up the iron.
Eric was at a loss for words. With her back turned to her he noticed the curve of her buttocks, accentuated by the soft fabric of her panties. He wondered if he should leave or stay and watch. ‘Things like this don’t normally happen.’ He thought to himself. ‘Women don’t go undressing in front of men they’ve just met.’ He was sure of it. Yet the look in her eyes when she had, was far from innocent, despite her glasses. ‘She wants me to watch.’ He assured himself, failing to supress a grin at the thought. ‘Being a gentleman is one thing, looking away from something so freely offered another.’ Unfortunately, ironing a single dress did not take very long and as Charlotte was pulling it back on over her head, Eric imagined his own face might be just as red as hers, when they left the house she was smiling even more broadly than he was.
It was still early in the day and the streets were nearly empty when they arrived at the city centre. Eric had no trouble finding a parking spot for his car. They had decided to do the clothes-stores first because later in the day they would be crowded with shoppers on a Saturday. Charlotte wanted just a few dresses, some jeans and tops and a more professional outfit for job interviews. Eric joined her on her route through the aisles in the first couple of stores and quickly found himself carrying small plastic bags with the things he’d bought for her. Charlotte turned out to be the kind of girl who could try on anything in a store and make it look good. Most of the time he spent outside the fitting rooms, waiting while she did just that. She asked him his opinion several times; but he never figured out how she decided what to keep and what not. When they left the third store they passed a small boutique of woman’s nightwear and lingerie. Charlotte looked up at him; underwear was the third item on their list. “I’ll wait for you outside.” Eric said.
She looked at him with a frown. “You have to come in.” She said. After a small pause, she added: “You have to pay, remember.” Frederic hesitated and looked at the boutique window. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to.” Charlotte said as she took his hand and guided him inside.
This wasn’t the first time Eric had been in a lingerie store; but those times before hadn’t been with a girl he’d known less than a full day. He paid close attention to the items Charlotte picked and his confidence quickly grew as he recognized the style she went for. He managed to offer a few suggestions himself and was rewarded with a blush and a smile when he picked out something she liked. When she disappeared behind the curtain of a dressing room he waited outside. She didn’t come out to ask for his opinion, but his imagination and memory of the ironing incident made up for that. They left the store with several sets of lingerie and a short nightgown he sincerely hoped she’d wear outside of his guest room as well.
It was a bit past noon when they put the bags in his car and they decided to have lunch out before finishing the rest of their list. Eric led them to a small local bistro where you could get toasted bread with various toppings. Charlotte walked smartly alongside him. She’d grown more and more confident and relaxed during their shopping spree. This brighter version of herself was even more attractive than the girl he’d met yesterday. Eric felt happy himself, just having her at his side. During their lunch they talked about Charlotte’s studies and working experience as an administrative assistant. This led to Eric’s own job experiences and he found himself telling her all about his work, his colleagues and other day-to-day business. He was just telling her about a peculiar customer – a woman who insisted she talked to him every time she had problems with her Internet, even though he wasn’t part of the IT-department. He had just helped her when he was working at one of the local stores, while in fact he had been there to discuss sales with the local clerk, which was one of his responsibilities. – He was just telling Charlotte about her when the waitress came to take their plates and asked them if they wished for the cheque. Eric realized their plates had been empty for a good time while he’d been talking. “Yes, please.” He said. He looked at Charlotte with a grin and she asked him to continue. She looked truly interested and gave no sign of being bored with his story. With a smile he continued.

Shopping for groceries was an altogether more domestic chore, but Charlotte enjoyed her time with Frederic. He picked the items they needed confidently and often asked her what she liked or wanted and added that to the cart as well. He showed no shyness in the aisle with feminine hygiene products and she wondered then, if he’d ever shopped for a woman before. It suddenly seemed strange that a man like him – caring and gentle with a good sense of humour and certainly attractive – would be single. They hadn’t talked about anything concerning past relationships of course, but Charlotte decided she’d try to find out why he was still alone.
They returned to his home in the early afternoon. While Eric put away the groceries Charlotte carried her new clothes to the guestroom and filled up the empty wardrobe. She chose the green dress they had bought and clean underwear to replace what she’d been wearing for several days. While undressing she thought back of her actions earlier that day, when she’d taken off her dress in front of Frederic. She still didn’t know what had gotten into her when she had. At one point she thought it might be interesting to do and the next she’d stood there in her underwear, too late to turn back. She’d felt so powerful and sexy when she’d done that; yet at the same time too embarrassed to look at him. Had she done it to take back a bit of control in her life? To reward Frederic for everything he was doing for her? Or just because she wanted him to see her like that? She had felt the same exhilarating rush when she pulled him inside the lingerie store, though she had been too embarrassed to take it further and show him more. ‘There’s nothing wrong with some innocent fun.’ She thought. But she’d have to be careful that Frederic didn’t get the wrong idea.
“You can put the dirty laundry in the basket in the bathroom.” Frederic called up from downstairs.
Charlotte blushed, he knew exactly what was keeping her so long, quickly she picked up the old dress and took it with her. She banished the confusing thoughts from her mind and headed downstairs. After leaving her dirty things in the bathroom she joined Frederic in the living room. He had once again started reading that book. The wall behind the desk was lit up, indicating that the computer was turned on. ‘I guess I won’t be allowed to procrastinate any longer.’ She told herself. “Can I?” She asked Frederic, pointing at the desk.
“Of course.” He replied. “I turned it on for you.” His eyes lingered on her for a moment as she walked around the desk and seated herself in the comfortable leather chair behind it. The little grey cat, Shirine, quickly joined her on the desk, stretching herself between the screen and the keyboard, purring softly. As Charlotte crossed her legs Frederic’s gaze turned back to his book and she turned to look at the screen. She felt the urge to visit several of her social media profiles or check her mails. She knew however that none of those would contain anything interesting concerning her hunt for a job. Wasting time would not honour the agreement she’d made with Frederic and thus with a sigh she searched for a site with local job offerings.
Charlotte felt like she’d been searching for hours, though the computer’s digital clock told her barely one had passed since she’d started. She had already taken a short pause to check her mails, she had the email client open anyway to send a letter of application to the first interesting offer she’d found. “How is it going?” Frederic asked. He seemed to have noticed she’d stopped for a moment.
“Not bad.” Charlotte replied. “I’ve found several interesting openings and sent them all an email.” Frederic got up out of the sofa and joined her behind the desk. Happy with the momentary distraction she showed him what she had found so far.
“You’re right, these all sound very good. They would be a good fit for you.” He said. Charlotte beamed at his approval. “But what do you think about working something more simple, like helping out in a store or working a register?” He must’ve seen her disgruntled face, so he quickly continued. “I don’t mean as a career choice of course. It’s just something you could do until you find something better that really suits you.”
“I guess…” Charlotte replied. she knew he was right of course. She wasn’t really in a situation to be picky. “But I didn’t find anything like that online.”
“You should probably just call some local stores and ask if they have an opening. Usually it would be better to go in person, but it’s a bit late for that. You can use my phone if you want, I’m sure you’ll find most numbers on the internet.”
After taking the pen and paper Frederic offered her, Charlotte looked up the numbers she needed. She felt a little disgruntled at how he’d taken charge and told her how to do things. ‘It’s only fair.’ She told herself. ‘You haven’t had much success on your own and he’s only trying to help.’ When she picked up the phone to call the first number she looked around at Frederic and felt extremely nervous with him around listening as she made the call. Luckily he realized the problem and gracefully retreated to the hallway to disappear upstairs. Shirine left her comfortable spot at the desk and followed her master. Just an hour later Charlotte had three appointments on Monday with various store-owners that wanted to speak to her in person.


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