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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
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The Headmaster
By William St. Cyr
Chapter 1
"Erica Schmidt reporting for punishment, Mr. Hopkins!" The
words came out slowly and with obvious effort, and it was readily
apparent that the attractive teenager who uttered them was having
great difficulty retaining her composure.
Seated behind his oversize walnut desk, the Headmaster of
Marshall Girl's Academy did not at first look up from the report
he was reading. The office of the chief administrative executive
of the exclusive girl's school located in the north of England was
quite austere and not calculated to ease the anxiety of the
miscreants who were regularly required to report there for
discipline. At the moment, the only relief came from a partially
opened window, through which drifted a warm breeze that served as
a reminder that the spring of 1939 had been one of the most
pleasant in years.
"Mr. Hopkins ..." The girl's words trailed off in despair.
The comely eighteen-year-old knew that the wait was deliberate,
and designed to increase her apprehension as well as humiliate
her. Her hands clutched nervously behind her back, she could
barely stand still. Her dark blue eyes constantly darted around
the room, anxiously searching for that whippy, pencil-thin cane
that she dreaded so much. For some reason which she did not
comprehend, the hateful instrument was nowhere in sight.
Normally, it was prominently on display.
At last, Mr. Hopkins set aside the report and looked up at
the obviously troubled teenager who stood in front of him. A
hasty glance satisfied him that she had complied with the academy
rule that required all girls to report for punishment attired in
their full school uniform. This consisted of white blouse, plaid
tie, pleated black gym slip held in at the waist by a red sash
tied at the wearer's left, black stockings, and three-inch spike
heel black patent leather pumps with straps from behind the ankle
tied in a bow in front.
The schoolgirl uniform did not conceal the fact that Erica
possessed a highly promising figure, buxom and shapely. Her long
blonde hair, tied in two pigtails, hung nearly to her waist in
back, and the juvenile style required by school rules looked quite
incongruous when compared with the obvious fullness of her plump
breasts, which proudly pressed outward against the jumper of her
gym slip. Enhanced by her black stockings and elegant footwear,
her shapely legs and highly arched feet looked absolutely
stunning. Her gym slip was hemmed to end a full six inches above
her knees, because the archaic and absurd school rules were
designed to make the girls feel juvenile and this was supposedly
accomplished by requiring them to wear styles associated with
young girls.
But as Erica and numerous other girls had discovered, the
absurdly short gym slips could create effects quite unintended by
their sponsors. For, as the girls had learned, some to their
embarrassment and others to their intense delight, the combination
of short skirts, black stocking tops and milk white thighs was
completely mesmerizing to the masculine eye. By flashing her
white thighs, contrasting vividly with her black stocking tops and
garter belt, a girl could usually get exactly what she wanted from
the opposite sex.
"So we meet again, Erica!" Mr. Hopkins finally spoke. The
statement had its obvious implications, and their eyes met with
understanding.
"Please, Frank ..." Erica spoke hastily, using a form of
address that no other girl in the school would have dared employ.
The Headmaster put up his hand in a manner that indicated
that such familiarity was forbidden, at least at this stage of the
proceedings. Her face hotly flushed, Erica made no further
attempt to speak and lowered her eyes demurely.
Frank picked up the registration form that contained Erica's
vital statistics, and read parts of it aloud: "Erica Schmidt.
Born 1921. Native of Hamburg, Germany. Father, an importer
currently working in Liverpool. Speaks English and French
fluently."
With a shrug, he tossed the form back on his desk. "Let's
face it, Erica," he said quietly. "With the state of the world
being what it is, you'll go back to Germany this summer and that
will be the last we'll see of each other. So this will probably
be the last time you will report to me for punishment." He
hesitated slightly before pronouncing the last word, as if it were
not really adequate to describe what was to transpire between
them.
"Please, Frank, couldn't we just skip the punishment part of
it," Erica spoke with obvious distress. "Let me ... You know what
I like to do for you!"
The Headmaster feigned amused indifference to the young
girl's statement. "That's surprising," he remarked with the
slightest tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Particularly
considering the offense for which you have been sent here!"
Erica's face colored visibly at the reference to her misdeed.
Frank reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a confidential
and quite detailed report from one of the instructresses regarding
a Lesbian incident involving Erica and another girl. The two of
them had been caught in the ultimate Lesbian embrace, which the
Victorian minded authoress of the report had described in highly
critical terms but with what might appear to be an unnecessary
attention to detail.
"Their knickers were completely removed," Frank read aloud
from the report. "Their gym slips were rolled up above the waist.
They were still wearing their garter belts and stockings. The two
of them were simultaneously performing a contemptible act with
their mouths and tongue, in a pose that is sometimes described as
the French position. Both of them were displaying a great deal of
emotion."
Erica wriggled with girlish shame as the details of her
misconduct were read out.
"Erica, I must say that I'm shocked to get this type of
report about you, of all people," Frank remarked as he set the
report down.
"I'm not a Lesbian," Erica defended herself heatedly. "And
you know it! It's just that ... around here there aren't many
boys, and a girl gets ... gets itchy!"
"Yes, of course," Frank replied dryly. "Your fellow
miscreant has already been punished," he added. "Six of the
best!"
His mind flashed back to the incident, which had occurred
only an hour before. Attired in a uniform that exactly matched
the one that Erica was wearing, the hapless culprit had been
obliged to bend over the back of a straight chair until her
rounded bottom was higher than the rest of her body. Frank
prepared her himself, slowly lifting the hem of her gym slip to
reveal the enticing combination of black stocking tops, white
thighs, black garter belt and lush feminine bottom encased in
tightly stretched black panties. He pulled the panties down all
the way to her ankles, catching a brief glimpse of bright pink
cuntal lips as the miserable girl attempted to hold her legs as
closely together as possible, and allowing his fingers to brush
momentarily against the bows of her high-heeled shoes.
The six cuts of the cane had been applied with deliberate
slowness, the highly flexible cane cracking like a twig snapping
each time it made contact with her tender feminine buttocks.
Although the first application of the cane had produced a loud
gasp, the stouthearted girl had managed to bear the correction in
a relatively stoic manner. Tears were streaming down her eyes,
however, when Frank personally replaced her panties for her and
allowed her to depart.
"Not the cane!" Erica pleaded, her knees buckling slightly at
the thought of that dreaded instrument.
"But for an offense of this type" Frank began.
"Please!" Erica interrupted with great urgency. "Please!
I'll do anything you like! You can degrade me any way you like!
Please, but not the cane!" Her pretty face reflected the intense
anxiety that she was experiencing.
Frank slowly arose from behind his desk, and placed a
straight wooden chair in the middle of the room. Her hands
clasped prayerfully in front of her, Erica watched the scene with
growing alarm.
"Please, not the cane! Please! I can't stand it!" she
implored, her voice occasionally cracking with emotion. "Please,
I'll do anything! Anything!"
"Very well, Erica," Frank replied. "You may have a smacking
instead of a cane, if you prefer. But in that case you must agree
to accept some private, highly intimate punishment from me! Do
you agree?"
"Yes!" the attractive eighteen-year-old answered almost too
quickly. The sense of relief flowing through her body was quite
apparent.
Frank seated himself on the chair and motioned for her to
approach him. Shamefaced and taking tiny, reluctant steps in her
smart high-heeled pumps, Erica advanced toward the Headmaster.
Despite her eighteen years and mature, shapely figure, her
demeanor suggested that of a very young girl about to receive a
deserved spanking.
Taking her by the hand, Frank gently but firmly pulled her
face down across his lap. Nearly falling into position, Erica lay
with her palms on the floor to balance herself. Her gym slip rode
up to reveal a generous amount of black stocking, and her knees
were slightly bent. Knowing what was coming, she was scarlet with
embarrassment.
Frank reached down with both hands and, with great slowness,
began raising the hem of her pleated black gym slip. Lush,
tapering thighs, enhanced by black hosiery, came into view,
followed by the heavier portions of her stockings. Then came milk
white thighs, contrasting vividly with her black stockings and the
black satin garter belt that held them up. The gym slip came up
to the waist, slowly bringing into view formfitting black panties
that could barely contain her lovely and fully rounded buttocks.
With her stocking tops, bare thighs and black panties on full
display, Erica was a picture of feminine embarrassment. Her face
was a flaming scarlet and she kept her eyes tightly closed, as if
that would blot out the shameful display she was making of
herself. Frank paused for a moment to enjoy the breathtaking
view, not missing a single detail as his eyes moved from the tips
of her nicely shod feet to her blonde head. Both of them were
aware of the erection that the display had already produced.
After a long pause, Frank reached for the waistband of the
young girl's wispy panties. Erica moaned and quivered with
humiliation as she felt masculine hands committing the final
indignity that would leave her totally bare and disgraced.
"Lift up a little, Erica!" Frank ordered her.
Haplessly, the attractive pupil lifted her hips an inch or so
from his lap, and Frank slowly pulled the panties down. Erica's
breath-catching feminine bottom flashed into view, a beautifully
soft mixture of pink and white, and deliciously rounded. The
feminine contours were girlishly big but not too big. Erica
trembled with humiliation and as she did so, her pretty nates
quivered like bowls of jelly. She remembered to hold her
stockinged legs tightly together, for the moment at least,
concealing her feminine treasure.
Frank finished pulling the panties down below the tops of her
black stockings, and paused to enjoy an enthralled look at the
lush and tender feminine buttocks that were just waiting to be
disciplined. For a moment he thought about undoing her garters,
but decided against it. The black garter belt and stockings
perfectly framed her spank spot, and there was no reason to
disturb such an intriguing picture. Erica moaned and wriggled
with girlish apprehension as Frank clasped his left forearm and
hand around her waist to hold her in position.
"You have lovely buttocks, Erica!" he told her, knowing that
the comment would embarrass rather than please her.
Frank had no intention of rushing things. Slowly he raised
his right hand and brought it down lightly upon her right buttock,
leaving it in place right where it landed. Her youthful bottom
felt velvety soft and resilient.
"Oooh!" Erica's gasp reflected mortification rather than
discomfort.
Frank watched the pretty teenager shriveling with
embarrassment at the bare-on-bare contact. After a moment's
pause, he raised his hand to observe the pretty pink spot that had
suddenly appeared. Frank applied the second slap to her right
cheek, slightly lower down, and once again allowed his hand to
remain in place for a moment afterward. The third smack landed
slightly lower than the second. Frank then repeated the
procedure, this time making the smacks slightly more forceful.
"Oh! Oh!" Erica gasped, her blonde pigtails flying. "This
is awful! Please, I'm too big for this!"
By this time the attractive pupil was a little breathless and
her right buttock was a healthy shade of rose pink, which
contrasted sharply with her still-unspanked and milky-white left
cheek. After a moment's inspection, Frank set about balancing up
the color scheme. Six carefully applied smacks to the left
buttock and the task was completed. Erica's lovely buttocks were
a pretty pink all over, and the comely teenager was squirming with
a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort.
After pausing a moment to admire his own handiwork, Frank
began the next series of slaps with a light slap just above the
top of her right stocking. Erica moaned and her right foot swung
up momentarily. Frank began working up her right thigh and bottom
cheek with a light series of smacks, always allowing his hand to
remain in place on the cringing feminine flesh beneath his palm.
From there, he worked down the left side from her garter belt to
the top of her stocking. By this time the entire area between her
garter belt and stockings was a pretty shade of pink. He repeated
the entire course again, working up, the right side and down the
left.
"Please! Please!" Erica pleaded. "Please stop! That's
enough! Please don't humiliate me like this! Please, I'm
eighteen!"
Once again Frank's solid masculine palm traversed the course,
working up one side and down the other. A distressed "Oh!"
followed every smack, and her reddening buttocks began to squirm
more and more over his lap despite her obvious efforts to control
herself. Black patent leather pumps began swinging upward from
time to time, and he knew there would soon come a time when she
would no longer be able to hold those pretty legs together.
"Ouch! Oh, stop, please! Please!" Erica pleaded, looking
back anxiously over her shoulder. "Please, don't! It's so
humiliating! Please, your bare hand on my ... my bare ... Please,
it's too humiliating!"
Frank paused once again to admire the scenery. From stocking
tops to garter belt, Erica's lush spank spot was a bright scarlet.
She was wriggling miserably, her full buttocks continually flexing
and puckering in a thoroughly provocative manner. Her pretty face
was as red as her bottom, and her distress was all too apparent as
she continually looked back over her shoulder. It was time for
the bottom smacking to start in earnest.
Frank raised his hand and brought it down forcefully on
Erica's buttocks, producing a loud smack as it landed squarely
across the crevice.
"Ouch!" Erica shrieked and suddenly burst into girlish tears.
Smack! Smack! Frank's hand began moving up one side and
down the other, each smack crackling with a crisp report as it
landed on defenseless feminine flesh.
"Ouch! Oh, no! Ow! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Erica
exclaimed, her voice reflecting her pain and shame. "Ow! Ouch!
Oh, no! This is awful!" Shapely legs prettily attired in black
stockings and high heels began swinging merrily back and forth as
Frank spread the stinging smacks throughout her already-smarting
posterior, and the pretty teenager began wriggling furiously over
his lap. As she reflexively began jerking her legs hard and wide,
bright flashes of pink cuntal lips could occasionally be seen
along with an intriguing patch of light brown fleece.
"Oh, no! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Erica begged, her
voice nearly choking with tears. "Stop, please! I'm just burning
up!"
Keeping her squirming, bucking body under full control, Frank
continued to apply the loud smacks in a lusty, energetic fashion.
In his opinion there was nothing much more attractive than a
shapely young woman, skirt up and panties down, undergoing
correction with her stockinged legs kicking wildly as her pretty
bottom turned a bright scarlet. And Erica proved the point once
more for him. Shapely long legs in stockings and heels kicked
frantically back and forth, and the entire combination of tear-
stained face, glowing buttocks and swinging legs was exquisite.
"Oh, please, stop, I can't take it anymore!" the miserable
girl sobbed between soprano shrieks of pain. "Stop, please!
Pleeeese!"
At last, Frank decided that his suffering victim had endured
enough of that kind of discipline. As she lay crying hard across
his lap, he finished removing her black panties and tossed them on
the floor. His hand slipped between her legs, discerning the
heavy dew that was covering her cuntal pubic hair. The lips of
her warm teenage pussy felt deliciously soft and juicy, and he
slipped a probing finger gently into the wet interior.
"You know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked quietly.
"Yes. Yes, sir!" Erica managed to reply, trying to get her
tears under control.
"Kneel in front of me and take it out of my pants yourself!"
Frank instructed.
Wiping the tears from her hotly flushed face with the sleeve
of her white blouse, Erica meekly slid into a kneeling position
between Frank's legs. Her pretty face clearly mirrored the
distress caused by the spanking, but Frank could also discern an
underlying look of excitement about what was to come. She was
quite breathless and her full young breasts were heaving against
the front of her school jumper. Her expressive eyes narrowed
intently as she focused them on the handsome curve in the
schoolmaster's slacks.
"Go on," Frank told her. "Take it out of my pants yourself!"
Her eyes flashed upward for a moment. "You don't enjoy sex
unless you're humiliating a girl, do you?" she protested.
"You want to be humiliated, Erica!" Frank reminded her in an
even tone of voice. "You want to be degraded. If it were
otherwise, you wouldn't have let yourself get caught with your
Lesbian girlfriend!"
Erica did not deny the accusation. Very shame-faced, the
pretty eighteen-year-old began opening up Frank's fly. Her small
fingers worked slowly but showed no hesitation. Leaning back
casually in his chair, Frank watched closely. As Erica pulled his
open fly apart, his throbbing, bone-hard penis suddenly sprang out
into full view. As she caught sight of the solid seven inches of
bright red masculine meat, the comely teenager gulped noticeably
and involuntarily wriggled with girlish surrender.
"Go on, Erica, you know what you have to do!" Frank told her
quietly.
Erica extended her small right hand and encircled the hotly
throbbing masculine muscle in a possessive grip. Her smooth
feminine hand felt exquisitely pleasant, and Frank caught his
breath sharply. Licking her lips with her small pink tongue,
Erica slowly formed her pretty mouth into a wide oval. Leaning
forward, she eased her pretty mouth down over the crown of his
massive blood-distended cock. The full effect of the young girl's
hot, wet mouth suddenly hit Frank like a thunderbolt, and his
entire body stiffened as if struck by a jolt of electricity.
"That's the way!" he told her in a deliberately controlled
voice. "Perhaps a good meat and cream sandwich will help minimize
those Lesbian tendencies you've been displaying lately!"
Erica held the velvety smooth crown of his stiffly erect
penis in her mouth and sucked lightly on it, while at the same
time her soft fingers played up and down the throbbing trunk of
his elongated manhood. Frank watched her intently.
There was no doubt that the young German girl was an expert
fellatrix, and despite her protestations she thoroughly enjoyed
having a rigid piece of man-meat jammed in her oral cavity. Her
salivary glands were working overtime, bathing his pounding member
with their warm fluids.
"Just take your time, baby!" he told her. "There's no point
rushing things!"
Holding the pulsating cock in her hand, Erica slowly withdrew
her mouth from the head and began licking it with her warm pink
tongue. Her makeup smeared by her tears and her face hotly
flushed, the pretty teenager was obviously quite aroused. Eagerly
she allowed the sleek head of his rigid shaft to explore her
entire young face, brushing against her cheeks, forehead, blonde
hair, chin, throat and even her closed eyes. Dripping with
excitement, she could not refrain from running one hand under her
gym slip to caress her thoroughly wet cuntal opening.
"Please, I want it in my cunt!" she begged. "Please, in my
cunt! Please, put it in my cunt!" As she pleaded, she covered the
stiff pulsating lance with hot, eager kisses. "Please, in my
cunt! Please! Oh, please!"
"Put it in your mouth!" Frank ordered.
Writhing about in the kneeling position before him, Erica
promptly surrendered. Once again forming her pretty mouth into a
wide oval, she inserted his rigid maleness between her girlish
pink lips and once again drenched it in a warm bath of saliva.
Her enthusiasm and excitement were quite apparent as she began
working the stiffly erect member deeper into her warmly wet mouth.
Frank watched intently as more and more of his painfully throbbing
cock disappeared into the pretty teenager's avid mouth.
"Now, just keep it in your mouth and suck it!" he told her in
an authoritative voice.
Erica offered no opposition. Kneeling obediently on her
knees in front of him, the comely blonde began sucking his swollen
organ in an eager fashion. Leaning back comfortably in his chair
to thoroughly enjoy her efforts, Frank watched her pretty blonde
head bobbing up and down in his lap. Her cheeks were collapsed
and he could hear the sucking noises produced by her mouth. The
look of strain on her face from having so much cock jammed in her
mouth made her look all the more feminine and appealing.
Her mouth continually filled with saliva and from time to
time she was forced to pause and swallow it with an audible gulp.
Thoroughly aroused, the shapely teenager continued fingering her
wet pussy. From his position, Frank could see a feminine finger
eagerly exploring between her separated wet cuntal lips.
Wriggling her well spanked little bottom, Erica masturbated as she
submissively sucked her Headmaster's massive prick.
Frank remained motionless for as long as he could, but the
tantalizing sensations produced by her busy mouth and tongue soon
had their effect. Without really thinking about what he was
doing, he began moving his pelvis with quick, jerky movements.
That ticklish, highly pleasant sensation in his rigid maleness
became more intense with each passing moment, and he knew that he
would not be able to hold out much longer.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Erica's faraway sounding moans were a
mixture of discomfort and sexual arousal.
As his young pupil's mouth tormented him almost beyond
endurance, Frank's mind flashed back to the caning and spanking he
had administered earlier. As usual, the image of red feminine
bottoms, of howls and cries and pleas for mercy, of shapely
stockinged legs swinging wildly back and forth, and of feminine
charms being unintentionally exposed, was a powerful aphrodisiac.
In his mind, sex and pain and pain and sex were inextricably
linked, so much so that one was not possible without the other.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" By this time, Erica's moans had a frantic
quality about them, suggesting a high degree of sexual arousal
combined with the frustration of having her mouth rather than her
steaming cunt filled with the desire-bloated flesh. Frank could
see her fingers working frantically between her legs, and noted
that her fleecy pubic hair was glistening with feminine dew.
Tantalized to the point where he could think of nothing but
the incredible sensation in his pounding cock, Frank cupped his
hands down over Erica's blonde head and held her in a firm grip.
With no thought for the effect it might have on her, he began
forcefully moving her head up and down in his lap. Moaning and
gurgling on her saliva, Erica docilely submitted to the erotic
torment that he was inflicting on her. Her wet fingers caressed
her taut clitoris and served as a substitute penis for her vagina,
making her twist and writhe her hips with coital movements.
Suddenly, Frank could hold himself back no longer. Clamping
his powerful hands even more tightly around Erica's blonde head,
he bolted almost to a standing position. Though prepared for the
onslaught to follow, Erica moaned with fear and anticipation. A
hot load of thick, sticky fluid smashed against the roof of her
mouth, and began splashing around. Erica instinctively attempted
to snap her head back, but Frank's hands forced her to remain in
position. Another blast of masculine cream sprayed into her
mouth, coating her tongue and trickling down her throat.
Erica felt as if a hot fountain of thick cream had been
turned on in her mouth. Hot, sticky masculine lava sprayed forth
in voluminous quantities, completely filling her teenage mouth.
Gurgling and gulping on the virile, salty fluid, the young and
comely blonde began swallowing it with loud gulps. Frank could
see her voluptuous body quaking as she experienced her own orgasm.
As Frank settled back on his chair, Erica obediently kept his
cock in her mouth until it began to go soft. As she straightened
up, Frank discerned some residue of viscous white cum trickling
down her cheek. Quickly catching it with her finger, she stuck
her finger in her mouth to lick it up, as if she were simply
starving for cum. With her gym slip still up over the tops of her
black stockings, she made a delightful sex kitten.
"You bastard!" she spoke quietly but with conviction. "I
hope you're satisfied!"
Chapter 2
Ordinarily he would have dismissed her at this point.
However, there were other factors that entered into the picture.
The school year was rapidly coming to an end, and that would mean
the end of fun and games with his female pupils for the time
being. Even more seriously, the political situation in Europe
clearly indicated that war was just over the horizon, and Frank
knew that he would be in it. Like many young men in the early
nineteen-thirties, he had learned to fly simply as a hobby and had
obtained a pilot's license although he had no aspirations as a
commercial pilot. However, he knew that the Royal Air Force would
be waiting for him the minute that the war broke out.
He watched pensively as Erica slowly got to her feet. The
attractive blonde picked up her panties from the floor, and
stuffed them into her small purse.
"Why don't you come over to my apartment this evening,
Erica?" he suggested.
She looked disdainfully at him. "Why?" she asked. "You got
your spanking and blow-job. That's all you ever want!"
Frank ignored her hurt tone of voice. "I have a project that
might even make a little money for you," he told her.
"What's that?" she asked, her eyes showing some interest.
"I have a photographic assignment from a detective magazine,"
he told her. "They want some pictures of a pretty young woman
who's been tied up by a burglar."
Erica's eyes flashed as if to inform him that she knew the
story was pure fabrication on his part. "Okay," she told him. "I
suppose you have some special way you want me to dress," she
added, alluding to his fetishes.
"Transparent white blouse," Frank promptly responded. "Black
satin skirt, shoes and stockings just like you have on."
* * *
Erica appeared at Frank's apartment at the agreed time. The
attractive young blonde was dressed precisely as he had specified.
The outline of her frilly white slip and well-filled brassiere
could be clearly discerned beneath her diaphanous, highly feminine
white blouse. Her black satin skirt ended above the knees,
revealing shapely legs attired in sheer black stockings. She wore
the same elegant shoes that she had worn early in the day, their
eye-catching bows quickly catching Frank's interested gaze. She
had undone her school pigtails, and was wearing her blonde hair
loosely down her back, making her look older and more
sophisticated than she had appeared early in the day.
"Thanks for coming," Frank told her, leaning over to give her
a greeting kiss on the lips.
"I'm surprised that you would consent to kiss the mouth
that's usually considered only worthy enough to suck your big
cock!" the attractive teenager replied as she quickly looked
around at the ropes and photographic equipment that were spread
around the room.
"My, aren't we in a bitchy mood this evening," Frank
remarked, looking her over carefully as he led her over to a
plain, straight-backed chair which he had placed in the middle of
the room.
"Is this photographic assignment on the level?" Erica asked.
"Or is tying up girls just another of your hobbies?"
"What's the difference?" Frank replied with a smirk. "It'll
just take a few minutes." He pushed her gently to a seated
position on the chair and stepped back to look at her. "Your
stockings are a little baggy," he told her. "Tighten them up."
Erica looked slightly annoyed and hesitated for a moment.
Her cheeks becoming prettily flushed, she slowly pulled back her
black-satin skirt and white-lace-embroidered slip to reveal black
stocking tops, white thighs, and black garter belt suspenders.
Frank watched with fascination as the attractive young girl
proceeded to pull her sheer stockings up even more tautly,
smoothing them wrinkle-free and once again anchoring them to her
garter belt. Satisfied that she could not improve on the job, she
yanked her skirt and slip down.
"Good," Frank told her. "Now, I'm going to tie you to the
chair. Put your hands together back of the chair with your wrists
crossed."
Looking slightly worried, Erica complied. Taking a length of
clothesline rope, Frank quickly tied her wrists together behind
her back. Suddenly feeling a little helpless, Erica squirmed
prettily in her chair.
Taking another length of rope, Frank dropped to his knees
beside her and began tying her slender ankles tightly together
just above the bows of her high-heeled shoes. The white rope made
a vivid contrast with her black hosiery. Next, taking another
length of rope, he tied her legs together just above the knees.
Her cheeks warmly flushed, Erica watched the proceedings without
comment.
"Now, let's get that skirt up!" he remarked to his quite
helpless subject.
Grasping the hem of Erica's skirt and slip, he pulled them up
to leave black stocking tops, garter belt and a generous amount of
bare white thigh on display. From the front, he could catch a
glimpse of her pink panties.
"Bastard!" Erica fumed, squirming unhappily in her chair as
she could do nothing to adjust her skirt.
Frank picked up his camera and began shooting snaps of her at
various angles.
"Do you have any film in there?" Erica asked sarcastically.
Frank pretended to ignore her. "I think a gag would make it
look more realistic," he remarked.
Despite her protests, Erica soon found her pretty mouth
tightly packed with a folded white handkerchief. A light blue
scarf was then passed over her mouth and tied tightly behind her
neck to hold the handkerchief in place. Ignoring her almost
constant attempts to communicate through the uncomfortable gag,
Frank proceeded to take more photographs of her.
Finally, he employed a black scarf to blindfold her
completely. Her vision cut off completely and unable to
communicate in an effective manner, Erica had no choice but to
squirm uncomfortably and helplessly in her chair with her black-
satin skirt well above the tops of her stockings. Thoroughly
stimulated by the provocative display of helpless feminine
pulchritude, Frank dawdled with the camera and took shots of her
from every angle he could think of.
"There, I think that's enough shots," he remarked at last.
Setting the camera aside, he walked over to his helpless
victim. Standing behind her, he moved quite close to her, making
her aware of his erection as the front of his slacks brushed
against her blonde hair. Looking downward at the well-filled cups
of her brassiere pressing outward against her diaphanous blouse,
he reached down with both hands and grasped her resilient breasts
firmly.
"Mmmmmm!" Erica could do nothing but moan and squirm
anxiously in her seat.
After amusing himself for a few moments by handling her
helpless body in an intimate fashion, Frank removed the young
girl's blindfold. Their eyes met and he could see the mixture of
fear and excitement in them.
"Perhaps you want something in that mouth instead of that
gag?" he tormented her. "Perhaps the real thing? Gags are really
phallic substitutes, you know." He removed the gag.
"Bastard!" Erica spat out. "Why can't you just do something
that's normal for once?"
Still standing behind her, Frank ran his hands over the front
of her blouse once again. "Okay," he told her. "I want you to do
something that's perfectly normal. Take off your clothes for me,
as slowly and seductively as you can! What could be more normal
than that?" His hands continued to fondle her breasts as he spoke.
"And what do I get out of it?" Erica asked defiantly.
"Some hot, hard meat between your legs!" Frank replied in a
deliberately quiet voice. "If you got enough of that, perhaps you
wouldn't have to be punished for performing contemptible acts with
other girls."
"All right," Erica agreed. "Please untie me. It's
uncomfortable."
He quickly untied her and put away the photographic equipment
and props. Seating himself in a comfortable chair, he leaned back
to thoroughly enjoy the strip tease that Erica had promised him.
Her face prettily flushed, the comely blonde stood in the middle
of the room fully attired in her transparent white blouse, black-
satin blouse, black stockings and smart high-heeled footwear. In
his racing imagination, Frank was already progressively stripping
away the various layers of clothing that covered her lush young
body.
Looking confident but girlishly embarrassed, Erica reached
behind her back and began unbuttoning her blouse. The movements
thrust her breasts forward into even greater prominence, and Frank
watched the performance intently so as not to miss a single
detail. With her blouse unbuttoned, Erica removed it with
deliberate slowness and slowly hung it over the back of the chair
where she had posed.
Her white brassiere and frilly white slip made a vivid
contrast with her black skirt, while her soft pink white bare
shoulders and arms looked delightfully feminine and appealing.
Although his fingers were clasped together meditatively in front,
Frank was already beginning to squirm at the thought that that
lush young female was actually going to take off all of her
clothes right in front of his very eyes.
After posing in front of him at various angles, Erica reached
to her side and unsnapped her black skirt. She pulled the tight
garment slowly from her rounded hips and stepped out of it
gracefully, giving him a flash of stocking top and bare thigh as
she did so. She hung the skirt over the back of the chair and
posed in front of him in her slip. The highly embroidered,
clinging garment emphasized the lush fullness of her vibrant young
body, and through it Frank could clearly discern the outline of
her brassiere, panties and stockings.
"How'm I doing?" she asked, confident as to what the answer
would be. She twirled in front of him, allowing him to view her
seductive body from different directions. Although her face was
hotly flushed, it was apparent that she was thoroughly enjoying
the opportunity of flaunting her young luscious body before the
older man.
"All right so far!" Frank replied. Although he wouldn't
admit it, his young pupil had him about ready to climb the walls.
Reaching down with both hands, Erica grabbed the frilly hem
of her white slip and began pulling it upward ever so slowly.
Frank watched entranced as stockinged legs, bare white thighs,
black garter belt suspenders, pink silk panties, more smooth white
flesh and her well-filled brassiere all came into view, one after
the other. Erica pulled the slip up over her head, mussing her
blonde hair slightly, and removed it.
The slip joined her skirt and blouse over the back of the
chair, and the attractive young blonde stood in front of him
attired only in her white brassiere, black garter belt, pink
panties, black stockings and smart high-heeled shoes with their
elegant bows. Frank's roaming eyes eagerly inspected her from
head to foot, noting every detail. The form-fitting brassiere
molded her full young breasts into two steep points, while the
filmy pink panties left the outline of her fluffy triangle clearly
on view. Above the tops of her tightly suspendered stockings her
luscious milk-white thighs shimmered with erotic invitation.
Squirming in his seat, Frank could hardly resist the
temptation to seize her and ravish her on the spot. Totally
enthralled, he watched with fascination as Erica seated herself on
the chair and crossed first one leg and then the other as she
removed her high-heeled shoes. She performed the act with the
skill of a burlesque performer.
Minus her shoes, Erica extended her shapely legs together in
front of her and unhooked her right stocking. Frank could feel
his blood racing hotly as she slowly and delicately rolled the
stocking downward, black hose departing from milk-white flesh.
Her bare, tapering thigh, perfectly rounded knee, svelte but
curvaceous calf, trim ankle and dainty bare foot slowly came into
full view.
Aware of the almost-hypnotic effect that she was having on
him, Erica removed her left stocking in an even slower, more
seductive fashion. Rolling the filmy garment downward in a neat
roll, she slowly slipped it from her foot and hung it over the
back of the chair. Attired only in her brassiere, garter belt and
panties, the buxom young blonde smiled provocatively at her older
admirer.
"Well? Do you like what you see?" she asked, deliberately
stalling to tantalize him all the more.
"I think you know what the answer to that is," Frank replied,
trying to conceal his impatience.
Although she kept her eyes averted, Erica could feel him
staring intently as she reached behind her back to unsnap her
brassiere. Slowly pulling the straps from her bare white
shoulders, she hesitated for a moment before pulling the cups away
from her voluptuous breasts. The lusciously plump, rose-tipped
mounds tumbled seductively from the cups of her brassiere, and
jounced invitingly in front of Frank's eyes. Making no attempt to
cover herself, the pretty young girl smiled teasingly at him.
Standing up, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her
panties, and then paused for what seemed like an eternity to
Frank. She began lowering the tiny garment with an almost
maddening slowness, only gradually bringing her fluffy triangle of
light brown hair into full view. With the panties below her hips,
she let the panties slither down her shapely legs until they
formed a small ring at her ankles. Slowly she stepped out of
them, giving Frank a flash of bright pink cuntal lips as she
lifted first one leg and then the other.
Removing her black garter belt, she stood completely nude in
front of him. Frank's eyes eagerly drank in her entire body as
she slowly turned in front of him, allowing him to inspect her
gorgeous young body from every angle. Noting that her cute bottom
was still a bright pink from the spanking that he had administered
earlier, Frank displayed a handsome curve in the front of his
slacks as he slowly and deliberately got to his feet.
"Now it's your turn to do a strip tease for me!" Erica
remarked with an amused laugh.
Without wasting a single motion, Frank quickly peeled off
every stitch of clothing. As he stood erect after discarding his
undershorts, Erica grabbed his iron-hard penis in a tight grip and
held it firmly.
"Remember what you promised!" the pretty teenager told him.
With his pupil's soft hand encircling his rigidly erect
shaft, the two of them quickly retired to the bedroom. Without
bothering to pull down the covers, they jumped on the bed together
with their bare bodies smacking against one another. The
collision of bare flesh sent shivers racing through both of their
bodies. Frank pressed his mouth tightly against hers and in a
moment their tongues were in contact.
Erica squirmed with girlish delight and ran her soft, smooth
hands over Frank's hard masculine body. As their stabbing tongues
explored each other's mouths, Frank's fingers squeezed and molded
and massaged the pretty teenager's plump breasts until they were
standing taut with feminine erectness. Erica flung one bare leg
around his legs and nestled against him in a warmly feminine
manner. One small hand clawed excitedly at his stiffly erect
prick.
"Please! I want it inside me! Please! In my cunt!" the
excited teenager begged. "Please, put it in my cunt! Please, I'm
just dying to have it in my cunt!"
With no desire to rush things despite his pupil's eagerness,
Frank lowered his face to her plump breasts. He began kissing
them firmly all over, extending his tongue and flicking against
the two pink nipples in a manner that left Erica gasping for
breath. Arching her back in kittenish fashion, the lovely young
blonde held his face down against her taut breasts as though she
never wanted him to stop.
"Oh, that's the way! Keep doing it! I need it so bad! You
don't know how much I need it!" she exclaimed in a highly agitated
voice. Her small hand yanked and pulled on his stiff member,
holding it in a firm grip.
As his mouth and tongue caressed her voluptuous breasts,
Frank's hands roamed over her velvety smooth feminine body. His
fingers gently caressed and molded her lovely buttocks, which he
had spanked so firmly earlier in the day, and could tell from her
reaction that she was still quite sensitive from that workout.
From there his hand moved to her shimmering, soft thighs, the same
thighs that had tantalized him so much when her skirt came up over
her black stockings.
From there his hand began exploring the pretty nest between
her legs. The comely young teenager was already deliciously
creamy, and responded to his manly touch with purely instinctive
thrusts of her pelvis and hips. He separated the pink cuntal lips
and, working his fingers into the slippery opening, began teasing
her tiny passion-distended button and vaginal orifice.
"Fuck me, please! Please! Please put it in my cunt!" Erica
pleaded, her voice almost distraught. "Please! Fuck me! I want
it so bad!"
His hand caressing her smooth inner thighs and vaginal
crevice, Frank began to slowly move his face down over her smooth
hairless belly. Still holding his maddeningly pulsating cock in a
possessive grip, Erica squirmed with anticipation as she realized
what he intended to do. Her shapely legs were wide open and her
knees were drawn upward, leaving her girlish charms lewdly
exposed. A glistening film of feminine dew completely covered the
entire area, and the bright coral groove stood out vividly in the
nest of fluffy hair.
Using the fingertips of both hands, Frank gently separated
the plump outer lips of her vulva. The two coral petals opened
with an audible squishing sound, and Frank slowly began spreading
them apart as far as he could. The lush expanse of bright pink
girl flesh that opened up in front of his very eyes was truly a
lascivious sight to behold. Peering intently into the opening, he
could see all of her feminine sexuality awaiting him. Without
further ado, Frank buried his face against her warm, wet feminine
meat with his tongue extended.
"Ooohhh!" Erica exclaimed at the electrifying contact.
Wriggling girlishly, she allowed her smooth bare legs to drape
down over Frank's back and eagerly ran her hands through his hair
to encourage him.
His nose buried deep in the pink furrow, Frank began running
his tongue up and down inside her slippery cuntal lips with quick
stabs. A gush of feminine honey covered his face and seeped into
his voracious mouth, and he could feel her squirming prettily in
response to his caresses. Feminine dew began to bubble up
spontaneously, leaving the entire area drenched with the musky
perfume of sex. Her pelvic muscles jerked spasmodically every few
seconds, and her labored breathing quickly became quite audible.
"Fuck me, please! Fuck me!" Erica begged. Biting her lip to
keep from crying out, the shapely young girl found herself in a
torment of sexual arousal. Her entire body tingled with erotic
sensations, and the hot, itching fire in her pussy was threatening
to engulf her entire body. Her eyes were glazed and her breasts
were rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for air.
Pausing from time to time to nibble on the plump young pussy
lips, Frank continued to run his tongue up and down the length of
her split. Teased almost beyond endurance by the intimate flicks
of his writhing tongue, Erica squirmed and tossed on the bed,
furiously biting on her lip to keep from crying out. Each time
that his warmly wet tongue came into contact with her ultra-
sensitive little button, her entire body jerked convulsively and
her thighs coiled tightly around his head.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fich mich! Fich mich!" Erica begged,
lapsing into her native German. "Fich mich! Fich mich!"
As his tongue thoroughly explored her wet cuntal channel,
Frank's mind flashed back to the disciplinary scenes earlier in
the day. The caning that he had administered to Erica's Lesbian
girlfriend was still vivid in his mind, and he could still see
those lush buttocks lined with six angry red stripes. And with
equal vividness he could recall Erica squirming frantically and
kicking her stocking-clad legs merrily back and forth as he
repeatedly applied his bare hand to her reddening bottom.
"Fich mich! Fich mich!" Erica begged, her voice containing
undertones of rising hysteria. "Fich mich! Fich mich!"
Frank suddenly drew back, using the back of his hand to wipe
the excess feminine dew from his face. "I ought to fich mich you,
all right!" he told her. "I really ought to jam it down your
throat!"
"Nein! Nein!" Erica screamed. "Fich mich! Fich mich!"
In full command, Frank stretched out on top of her. "I'm
going to give you the fucking of your life!" he told her in a
breathless but determined voice.
Grabbing his rigidly stiff cock to guide it inside her, Erica
emitted an almost-savage cry of delight as Frank's thick shaft
began dilating her vaginal canal. Frank could feel the young
girl's wet, clinging meat encircling his stiff member in a warm
embrace, and both of them caught their breath at the thrill of
masculine and feminine meat suddenly coming into direct contact.
She was delightfully tight.
"Oh, wonderful! Wonderful!" Erica exclaimed, hugging him
with all four limbs and pulling him down until his bare chest was
directly into contact with her upright nipples. "Oh, it feels so
good in my cunt! Doesn't it feel good? Do you like my cunt? Do
you like my cunt?"
"Shut up!" Frank told her. "And start throwing your ass
around like you did when I was spanking you!"
Her smooth arms and legs coiled tightly around Frank's hard
masculine body, Erica eagerly awaited the attack. She was not to
be disappointed. Frank was in a dominant, masculine, highly
aggressive mood, and was determined to ride her like a stallion
breaking in a young filly. His entire weight pressing down
masterfully on top of her writhing young body, he thrust back and
forth with powerful, punishing strokes that left her quite
breathless. Her cunt was incredibly juicy and he could feel her
feminine honey constantly lubricating his achingly throbbing cock,
making it as slick as grease.
"Fich mich! Fich mich!" Erica begged, once again lapsing
back into her native German. "FUCK ME HARDER! MY CUNT NEEDS IT
SO BAD! HARDER!"
Their sexual organs fit together like two beautifully oiled
pieces of machinery. Erica was moving her hips around under him
as though they had ball bearings in them, and he could feel the
walls of her juicy young cunt snapping at him, as if trying to
grab his cock and suck it deep inside her young body. Her small
hands worked down his back and wound up clutching at his hips, her
fingernails digging in like spurs.
"HARDER! HARDER!" Erica begged, although she was breathing
almost too hard to get the words out. "MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM!
HARDER!"
Faster and faster the two of them ground against one another.
The young blonde girl behaved like a young tigress under him,
clawing and scratching and squirming and throwing her hips around
in every direction conceivable. Yet, at the same time Frank
completely dominated her yielding feminine body. Erica felt
helpless under his powerful masculine thrusts, and her response
was largely an instinctive form of self-defense. At times, the
forward thrusts of his massive prick were almost brutal, and the
relatively inexperienced young girl wondered if she could really
stand it much longer. She had never dreamed that sex could be
such a savagely raw, primitive experience.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she managed to gasp as she felt
the initial waves of an intense orgasm beginning to sweep over her
entire body like an oncoming tide of raw sexual pleasure.
The young girl threw her hips upward as Frank slammed forward
with all his might. His aching cock plunged into her wanton cunt
right up to the hilt and burst like a cannon. As the hot
masculine lava poured into her lust-convulsing cunt in voluminous
spurts, Erica erupted as if her young body was experiencing an
earthquake. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably and, hugging
Frank tightly with all four limbs, she emitted one half-strangled
cry of joyous delight after another. Frank could feel the intense
convulsions deep in her cuntal channel grabbing and snapping at
his prick as if trying to draw out all of its magic juices. Her
climax was much more intense than either of them could have
imagined, and Erica found herself crying and trembling with a raw,
purely physical intoxication that she had never experienced
before.
For the next several minutes, the two of them lay together
with their organs united while they struggled to catch their
breath.
"That was some fuck, Mr. Hopkins," Erica told him when he had
at last dismounted. "Perhaps normal sex like that would be good
for both of us."
Frank shrugged. "You'll be going back to Germany in a few
days," he reminded her. "And I doubt if we'll see each other
again."
They returned to the living room and Frank watched as the
young blonde snapped on her black garter belt and sat down to
replace her stockings. Although his physical desire for the
moment at least was spent, he still watched with fascination as
she carefully smoothed the sheer black stockings up her white legs
and fastened them to her garter belt.
"I think we will see each other again," she told him, her
eyes bright. "I think we're destined to see more of each other."
"No," Frank replied quite quickly, attributing her lack of
sophistication about the state of the world to her youth. But as
he watched her carefully adjusting her stockings, he began to have
second thoughts. Perhaps she was right, and the two of them were
destined to meet somewhere again. But it won't be for several
years, he told himself.
Chapter 3
Four years later.
"Since we're going to be working together on this case, Mr.
Hopkins, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me about yourself,"
said the beautiful young American girl sitting across from him.
Her bright pink lips were very full and sensuous, and her dark
eyes sparkled with teasing promise. Her name was Elizabeth
Morris.
Prickteaser! That was the first word that occurred to Frank
as he studied the features of the young girl who had been assigned
to work with him in the puzzling wartime venture. But there was
no doubt that she was a very appealing young woman. Beneath her
thin white blouse he could clearly discern a well-filled white
brassiere which came to two steep points, and from her manner he
could tell that she was proud of her full figure. The restaurant
table concealed the lower half of her body, but he had previously
noted her beautifully rounded hips and full, shapely legs.
"There's really not much to tell," Frank replied quietly, his
voice giving no indication that he was aware of the understatement
he was making. "Since I was a pilot, I went into the R.A.F. the
minute the war started. I was assigned to a fighter pilot base
designed to protect London and the south of England."
The girl was listening quietly, her eyes beaming with
admiration that girls often displayed for fighter pilots. Frank
had seen that look often back in England. He remembered his last
sexual conquest before leaving for the States. For some reason he
could no longer recall the girl's name. She was a member of the
Women's Auxiliary Air Force, and the two of them had been trapped
in a sudden and completely unexpected air raid.
They embraced suddenly, impulsively, instinctively, their
mouths and tongues meeting. There was no time for them to remove
their uniforms. Frank's hand slid up under her thick WAAF skirt,
over her cobwebby black stockings and toward the elastic of her
directoire knickers. He slipped his finger under the elastic and
up to the top of her stockings. The touch of her warm bare thighs
sent quivers up and down his spine, and her small hands began
working to release his suddenly pounding manhood from his fly.
Moving up her velvety thighs, Frank's fingers soon found the
deliciously warm, waterfall of feminine juices. As his fingers
separated her plump cuntal lips and explored the wet interior, her
small hand closed tightly around his pulsating, blood-filled
penis. The girl hastily removed her knickers, and with her
uniform skirt up to the waist, lay back with her girlish charms
exposed in the framework of her black garter belt and stockings.
Frank quickly mounted her and plunged his painfully throbbing cock
into her wet wonderland. The spontaneity of it all and the danger
of the air raid more than made up for the lack of foreplay, and
the two of them climaxed together in a joyous celebration of life.
Frank could still vividly recall how she had tenderly wiped
him off afterwards with her silken knickers.
"To stay alive in the Battle of Britain," Frank continued his
narrative, "you had to be either lucky or good, or a little bit of
both. I was lucky but I wasn't so good. After I got shot down, I
figured the war was probably over for me. Then Intelligence came
up with this operation in the States, and here I am."
He left unsaid what his dinner companion already knew. His
former pupil, Erica Schmidt, was alleged to be a Nazi spy
operating in wartime Washington, D.C., and according to the
briefing that Frank had received she had apparently successfully
compromised a high U.S. official. Frank's mission was to find
her and, if possible, use her as an unwilling double agent to
transmit false information to the enemy. The mission was
complicated by various factors, one of which was that Erica had
apparently undergone an operation to disguise her identity.
Another factor, which he didn't like to think about, was the
possibility that she would recognize him first and take steps to
eliminate him.
"And how do you propose to go about this operation?"
Elizabeth asked, taking a cautious look around to see that no one
was listening. "I was told that you have some special
qualifications for the job, but apart from that I'm completely in
the dark."
"I don't think we should talk here," Frank told her.
"Perhaps there's some place we could be alone."
Elizabeth's eyes lit up with promise. "We could go to my
apartment," she told him. "It's within walking distance."
Outside the restaurant, Frank was keenly aware of the sharp
click of her high heels on the sidewalk. She was wearing black
patent leather spike heels and pointed toes and, despite the
hosiery shortage, sheer dark brown nylons. He had noted earlier
that her stocking seams were perfectly vertical, and emphasized
the swelling curvaceousness of her full calves.
Her apartment proved to be small but comfortable, and also
quite well furnished for a working girl. Elizabeth smiled at him
as she switched on the lights. "Housing conditions being what
they are, I'm lucky to have my own place," she told him.
"Quite nice. Quite nice," Frank observed quietly, taking a
quick look around.
"Sit down and I'll bring you a liqueur," she suggested.
Frank seated himself in a comfortable chair, and watched her
curvaceous bottom jiggling under her navy blue skirt as she
disappeared from the room. She returned in a moment with the
drinks, and placed them on a small coffee table in front of him.
Picking up his drink, Frank pretended not to notice as she seated
herself across from him and crossed her shapely legs with a flash
of nylon.
"Now tell me what you're planning," she told him. "And what
part I'm supposed to play in it."
"There are seven girls sharing an apartment," he told her,
naming a location a few blocks away. "All of the intelligence
people are sure that Erica is one of those girls, but they don't
know which one. Now I'm told that there's room for one more girl
in that apartment, and that's where you come in. We can arrange
to have you meet one of the girls and sign on as an additional
roommate. Now, what kind of a cover story do you have?"
Sipping lightly on her liqueur, Elizabeth was leaning back
comfortably and slowly swinging her free leg back and forth. Her
blue skirt had started to ride up, and Frank could catch a glimpse
of the darker portions of her stockings.
Suspecting that she was deliberately teasing him, Frank tried
hard not to notice. But the irregular sex life imposed upon him
by the wartime conditions left him continually susceptible to
feminine charms, and he could already feel the initial stirrings
of a potential erection.
"I came here in nineteen-thirty-eight when my uncle was
elected to Congress," Elizabeth told him. "I was his secretary."
From the way she hesitated before pronouncing the final word,
Frank wondered if mistress might not have been a more appropriate
description of her duties.
"He was defeated when he ran for re-election in nineteen-
forty and went back home," she continued. "However, I stayed and
took a position with the Bureau." A sudden flicker of a smile
crossed her face as she spoke, as if she had at that instant
become aware of the stimulating effect she was having on her
English visitor.
"Well, you'll have to work out some kind of a story," Frank
told her, not bothering with the details. "Make them think you're
a new girl in town or something."
"Okay, But how do I go about finding out which one is Erica,
assuming she's there?" she asked. "Why can't you just pick her
out yourself?"
Frank shook his head. "No, they've shown me pictures of all
the girls and I can't pick her out."
"Then why did they bring you all the way over here?"
Elizabeth asked. "It seems to me that she'll recognize you first
and put some strychnine in your tea."
"There's always that danger," Frank agreed. "But I was sent
here because I could recognize things about Erica that others
couldn't." He spoke slowly, obviously trying to speak in the most
discreet fashion possible. "She obviously had a face lift, but
there are other areas of her body that ..."
"So it's that way?" Elizabeth interrupted as she suddenly
grasped the true nature of the relationship between the headmaster
and his former pupil.
"Yes," Frank readily admitted. "And I know what things get
her going, what things turn her on. For example, she has certain
Lesbian tendencies that can get the best of her under certain
circumstances."
Elizabeth's cheeks suddenly flashed a bright crimson. "You
don't think that I'm ..." she fumed.
"You may have to pretend," he told her. "But Erica has an
even bigger hang-up. Nothing turns her on like a good hot
spanking!"
For a moment Elizabeth looked at him in an uncomprehending
manner, as if she were waiting for him to finish the punch line of
a joke. "So what?" she finally asked. "You just can't go around
spanking girls ..."
"I have a plan," Frank told her quietly. "One that I think
will work."
"Let me get another round of drinks and then you can tell me
about it," Elizabeth told him, giving him a brief glimpse of white
thigh as she uncrossed her legs to get up.
Frank watched her leave the room, noting from the way that
her provocative bottom jounced under her skirt that she was
obviously wearing a garter belt rather than a girdle to hold up
her stockings. By this time he found himself with a firm erection
that was becoming difficult to conceal. Elizabeth returned with
another round of drinks and, seating herself, crossed her legs
with little attempt to control her skirt. Her stockings ended a
little more than half-way up her thighs, revealing carnation-white
flesh that contrasted vividly with the black suspenders of her
garter belt. The stocking bands were wide, about a quarter of the
length of her entire thigh, with two distinct shades melding into
each other.
"All right, tell me your plan!" she told him, giving him a
candid downward glance that indirectly informed him that she was
aware of his erection.
Swinging her leather-clad foot back and forth in a thoroughly
distracting fashion, Elizabeth listened first with disbelief and
then with almost unconcealed amusement as Frank outlined his plan
to her. "It'll never work," she told him when he had finished.
"These are grown women. In their twenties. They'd never agree to
something that wild."
"Yes, they will," Frank told her confidently. "If necessary,
we can tip off some of the girls so that they can pretend to go
along with it."
"Well, we can try it at least," Elizabeth agreed.
The business portion of their meeting obviously having ended,
there was a brief silence as each waited for the other to make the
next move.
"Now that business is over for the time being, perhaps it's
time for some pleasure!" Frank told her.
"Perhaps!" Elizabeth smiled, flashing a seductive glance at
him.
Frank quickly moved to a seated position beside her on the
couch, his bulging erection quite apparent. Elizabeth slipped her
slender arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers in a
long, lingering kiss. Her full, sensuous lips tasted sweet and
receptive, and she gradually opened them so that their tongues
could meet. With a quick, darting movement, she skimmed the warm
tip of her tongue around the inside of his mouth.
"You're a very attractive young woman," Frank told her, his
hand brushing against her sheer nylons as he began pulling up her
navy blue skirt. She made no attempt to stop him and in a moment
her skirt was up over the darker bands of her stockings, revealing
white thighs and garter belt suspenders.
"How do you like these nylons?" Elizabeth asked, extending
her legs together so that he could view their entire length.
"They're really hard to get."
"Well, why don't you leave them on while I make love to you?"
Frank suggested with a smile.
"Okay!" she agreed, her amused laugh indicating that she had
no objection to accommodating such a harmless fetish. "But you'll
have to take off all your clothes!"
"Fair enough!" Frank agreed.
As his pretty hostess sat watching with her skirt pulled up
over the tops of her stockings, he quickly began peeling off all
of his clothing. After removing everything else, he stood facing
her as he removed first his slacks and then his shorts. As he
straightened up after discarding his shorts, Elizabeth's eyes
widened and flashed with undisguised pleasure at the sight of the
blood-engorged and rigidly hard cock.
"Mmmmmm, that's enough to make any girl's mouth water!" she
exclaimed, impulsively leaning forward and planting a moist, warm
kiss right on the sleek crown. Grasping the elongated trunk with
one hand, she quickly skimmed her warm pink tongue over the entire
head. "You don't know how hard it is to get good prick these
days, honey!" she told him, punctuating her remarks with hot,
eager kisses down the base of his aching masculine shaft. "Even
in Washington there's a real manpower shortage."
More than a little dismayed by her total capitulation before
his rigidly upright, pounding manhood, Frank took in a deep breath
and held it as her pretty mouth worked its magic on him.
"Love it! Love it!" Elizabeth went on, turning her head from
one side to the other so that the smooth head could brush against
her soft, feminine cheeks. "So hard and so big!"
Without further ado, the comely young brunette began
disrobing. His steeply erect spear throbbing with virile
anticipation, Frank watched as she quickly kicked off her shoes
and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her pretty face was quite
flushed with an appealing mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
The blouse quickly came off to reveal a tightly packed white
brassiere that stood out vividly against her pink flesh. Standing
up, she unfastened her blue skirt and quickly stepped out of it,
revealing feminine curves outlined in trim white panties and full,
shapely, stocking-clad legs. Attired only in her matching white
panties and brassiere, black garter belt and dark-brown stockings,
she paused for a moment to allow him to inspect her alluring
feminine curves. A teasing smile on her hotly flushed face, she
kept her eyes riveted on Frank's stiff, hotly pulsating lance.
Frank watched intently as she reached behind her back to
unsnap her brassiere. Slowly, she pulled the straps from her
shoulders and permitted her full ripe breasts to spill from the
cones of the brassiere. The two pink tips, slightly uptilted,
stood out vividly against milk-white flesh as the two mounds
quivered with their newfound freedom.
"Jeez!" Frank muttered hoarsely, a remark precipitated by the
fact that he had suspected that there had been at least some
padding in her brassiere.
Elizabeth hooked her slim fingers into the waistband of her
white panties and began peeling them downward. Frank could feel
his blood-swollen cock aching with erotic tension as the
triangular tuft of luxuriantly brown hair, filmy with feminine
dew, came into view. The heavy growth of brunette foliage
permitted only a teasing display of her pink, sensuously full
cuntal lips as she stepped out of her panties.
Completely nude except for her black garter belt and tautly
suspendered, dark brown stockings, Elizabeth stood in front of
Frank with her arms opened. Her voluptuous body was a lush
mixture of feminine curves and contrasts, her narrow, almost tiny,
waist emphasizing the lush fullness of her breasts and hips.
"Still want me to leave my stockings on?" she asked with a
teasing smile.
"Yes," Frank replied tersely. "C'mere."
Elizabeth stepped forward and their bare bodies melted
against one another in a warm embrace. Her soft hands around the
back of his neck, the vibrantly warm and obviously highly sexed
young woman eagerly pulled his head down to her upturned face.
Her mouth was open and their tongues quickly met, flicking and
stabbing against one another with little darting movements.
Frank's pulsating, rock-hard prick was pressed tightly against her
smooth tummy, while her voluptuous, satiny breasts were nearly
crushed against his hairy chest.
As their tongues skimmed the insides of one another's mouths,
Elizabeth sighed eagerly and submissively in his arms. One small
hand slowly came down the side of his masculine body and came to
rest on his pulsating, blood-inflated manhood. Her slim fingers
worked down to his scrotum, gently cupped his sperm-laden balls
for a moment, and then slowly journeyed upward in a provocatively
teasing manner, ending with a firm squeeze. The squeeze became
progressively more tight and demanding. It was all too apparent
that the gorgeous young brunette was simply starved for cock!
At the same time, Frank's hands slowly moved down her warm,
smooth back, massaging the tender flesh and pulling her even
closer to him. Moving downward, his hands firmly cupped her
satiny smooth, girlishly plump buttocks in a firm grip, squeezing
and kneading the soft, resilient flesh. How he would love to
spank that delightfully feminine bottom of hers! And perhaps he
would get that chance, he told himself. Slowly, he slipped his
right middle finger into the crevice of her buttocks, and traced a
course downward to the small, pink hole. Elizabeth quivered and
moaned with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he slowly
inserted his finger into the narrow channel. Her warm, feminine
body wriggled convulsively and pressed even closer to him.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Frank told her, momentarily
breaking the tight embrace in which they had been locked.
In the small bedroom, Frank quickly stretched out in a supine
position on the bed. When she saw him in that position, Elizabeth
knew at once what he wanted her to do. Her eyes fastened on his
turgid, rock-hard bone and swollen sac of red balls, the shapely
brunette stretched out at right angles to his body. Brushing her
hair back so that it would not fall down over her eyes, she
reached out and grabbed his hot, hard man-meat in a tight grip.
Her pink tongue moistening her lips, she leaned forward and kissed
the sleek crown hungrily right on the blunt opening.
"Such a beautiful cock!" she murmured quietly but with
obvious agitation. "I want to kiss it and suck it and love it!
Oh, let me suck it! I want to get it all the way into my mouth!
And then I want it in my cunt!"
The lascivious words were accompanied by excited, emotional
kisses up and down the full length of Frank's hotly pulsating
maleness. Her stockinged legs were open and he could see the
telltale feminine honey oozing from her thick, sensuously full
pussy lips. The rich brown pubic hair which partially camouflaged
her coral groove was glistening from the heavy dew, and he could
clearly sense the steaming heat that was obviously beginning to
build up in that feminine temple.
"Oh, I just love the taste of it!" she exclaimed. "So virile
and masculine! I want to eat it so bad!"
Eagerly but gently, she cupped his swollen red balls in one
palm and leaned down to lick them with her warm, pink tongue. The
voluptuous brunette tongue washed them all over, even opening her
mouth and sucking each individually inside her mouth in a
teasingly playful but highly provocative fashion. As Frank
watched closely, she continued caressing him in this manner until
both organs were coated with her warm, sticky saliva.
"That's the way, baby!" Frank told her. There was nothing
like a talented fellatrix to remind him of how much he had been
missing lately. Even at this early stage of the game, his hot,
rigid shaft was aching painfully for release and his pelvic
muscles were automatically moving back and forth with quick,
somewhat jerky movements.
Next, Elizabeth began to move her eager mouth up the rigid,
almost frantically sensitive underside of his stiffly erect penis,
nibbling and kissing the tense muscle in an avid, adoring fashion.
Although her brunette hair, which had become slightly mussed, was
partially obscuring his view, Frank could clearly discern the
blissful expression on her brightly flushed face. As she worked
her way up to the mushroom-shaped, purplish-hued crown, she
discerned a trickle of cum trailing down from the small opening.
With a quick stab of her warm pink tongue, she lapped up the salty
virile fluid and Frank could see that she thoroughly enjoyed that
masculine taste in her mouth. Forming her bright, pink lips into
a pretty oval, she slipped them down over the tip of the massive
head and started sucking him into her mouth.
"Oh, wow, that's the way, honey!" Frank told her. "Now let's
see how much meat you can get into your mouth!"
He watched as more and more of his pounding masculine tool
began disappearing between her pink, sensuous lips, and could feel
her tongue busily at work with tantalizing flicks and stabs. Her
eyes were closed and she had an expression of dreamy contentment
on her face despite the obvious strain of having such a thick
piece of virile man-flesh in her mouth. Every nerve in his
frantically throbbing prick was twitching spasmodically, causing
him to groan with pleasure and from time to time arch his back up
off the bed.
"That's the way to make it grow, baby!" he told her, his
hoarse tone of voice reflecting his pleasure.
With several inches of rock-hard, masculine meat jammed into
her oral cavity, Elizabeth paused to let herself get used to it.
Her salivary glands were doing double duty, constantly bathing his
pulsating virile organ with their warm, soothing juices and also
forcing her to swallow quite audibly from time to time. Her
voluptuous body, its pink white flesh contrasting vividly with her
black garter belt and dark stockings, was constantly in motion
with cat-like, sensuous, coiling movements that were thoroughly
provocative to watch.
"Go ahead and suck it for me, baby!" Frank spoke in a semi-
whisper, watching her closely and immensely enjoying the visual as
well as tactile pleasures of having a warm, wet feminine mouth
surrounding his almost-painfully aching cock.
He watched her lips pulling out into slick pink ridges as she
began moving her comely mouth back and forth on his pulsing
manhood. Each time she tried to get just a little more of that
thick slab of meat into her mouth, she invariably succeeded
although the strain of working it in so deeply was becoming quite
apparent.
"Oh, wow!" Frank exclaimed, watching her lush breasts
jouncing seductively as she swayed back and forth. "That's
getting it in deep, baby! Real deep!"
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Elizabeth moaned from time to time, the
purely animal noises revealing sheer sexual pleasure and total
involvement.
The sucking movements became progressively faster and the
penetration correspondingly deeper. To his dismay, Frank suddenly
felt his oversize penile crown sliding from the roof of her wet
mouth deep into her throat. Jesus, she's swallowed me up
completely, he thought to himself! Looking downward, he could see
her bright pink lips brushing against his dark pubic hairs, and
could hear her gurgle as she swallowed a large accumulation of
saliva.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful!" he told her, reaching down to run
his hand through her dark brunette hair. "I didn't think it was
possible for a gal to get seven inches of cock in her mouth!"
With the thick slab of virile meat penetrating into her
throat, Elizabeth lay almost motionless for a few moments. Frank
could feel and observe her pink lips nibbling on the base of his
pounding shaft, and could feel her slippery tongue busily at work
with little snake-like movements. She was having some problem
breathing, and he could feel her hot breath against his aching
balls as she exhaled.
Without discernibly moving her head, she began sucking once
again. Frank could clearly hear the gurgly sound of feminine
saliva being drawn inward, and could see that her pretty cheeks
were fully collapsed. With her natural sexual talents, what a
match-up she would make with that little bitch, Erica! Frank
could easily envision the two of them with their lush bodies
tangled in a hot, wet sixty-nine, their pretty faces plastered
lasciviously against one another's pussies!
"Okay, baby, I think it's about time for the main course!" he
told her abruptly, pushing her head back with one hand.
His throbbing saliva-coated penis slid from her mouth with a
lewd plop, and she hastily brushed some excess saliva from her
lips with the back of her hand. Breathless and hotly flushed with
excitement, the comely brunette quickly crawled up beside him and
stretched out in a supine position, her arms and stockinged legs
opened invitingly. Her rose-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly,
and she continually arched her back in a feline manner.
"Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me!" she begged as he grabbed one
plump, resilient breast in his hand and squeezed it hard.
"Please! Please! Don't make me wait!"
Frank leaned forward to press his face against her voluptuous
breasts. "Is cock really that hard to get around here?" he asked,
a little dismayed that a girl so attractive could be so horny.
"Yes!" Elizabeth admitted. "Especially when you're as ... as
oversexed as I am!"
Frank buried his face against her melony breasts, and rapidly
began kissing and tonguing them all over. Roaming all over them
with his eager mouth, he at the same time kneaded and massaged the
two heavy mounds with his hands in a firm and sometimes almost
rough manner.
"Ouch! Oh! Ow!" Elizabeth cried out, although it was quite
apparent that she found the vigorous massage quite stimulating.
"Ow! Please, not so rough!" she pleaded in a breathless voice.
Despite her protests, however, Elizabeth's sexual involvement
quickly reached a new plateau of excitement. Her ripe, plump
breasts became hard and incredibly sensitive, and her entire body
writhed with the pre-coital movements of a young woman who was
simply starving for man-meat. Her stockinged legs were upraised
and thrown wide open at the knees, leaving her pink cuntal lips
and sopping wet bush lasciviously on display.
"Fuck me, please! Please! I need it so bad!" she begged.
"Please, fuck me!" Her small hand clawed excitedly at his
throbbing, saliva-slick member as she spoke. "Please, I'm just
dying for it!"
"Really need it that bad, huh?" Frank tormented her, his hand
grasping one nylon-clad knee and moving slowly but firmly up to
her bare thigh and then to her wet cuntal opening.
Elizabeth squirmed girlishly and gasped as his fingers
separated the thick, juicy lips of her vulva and explored the wet
interior. A cascade of wet feminine honey inundated his fingers
as he slid two fingers past her tensely humming clitoris and into
her vagina. Impaled on the two probing fingers, the highly
aroused brunette twisted and writhed with sexual torment.
Clutching and grabbing frantically at his pounding, brick-hard
prick, she began breathing in a loud, deeply passionate manner.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she begged in a distraught, almost
tearful fashion. "PLEASE! FUCK ME! I NEED IT SO BAD!"
Frank rolled over and mounted her between her outstretched
stockinged legs, maneuvering so that his bulging blood-filled cock
was directly aligned with her dripping, steaming hot pussy.
Elizabeth's hand slipped under his hard masculine body, grabbing
the thick stiff muscle to escort it inside her. Her velvety soft,
squirming body felt delightfully feminine and submissive under
him, and he could feel her stockings brushing his bare flesh as
she excitedly hooked her legs around him. The immense cockhead
fitted between the slippery outer folds, and Frank drove forward
with a forceful thrust that sliced her vagina open like a hot
knife cutting through butter.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth cried out exultantly as she felt the
rigid, thick organ dilating and completely filling her tight pink
tunnel.
Frank thrust forward as hard as he could, completely uniting
their sexual organs in an almost brutal thrust. Resting on his
knees and elbows upon her recumbent body, Frank could feel her
delightfully wet vaginal walls clinging tightly to his throbbing,
rock-hard shaft. Her lush smooth feminine body was hot and tense,
and he could feel her twisting with instinctively sensuous
movements as the rigid blood-filled cock penetrated to her very
nether depths. Feminine juices, as if bubbling from some magic
inner fountain, bathed and lubricated his massive pleasure tool
with their pungent fluids, leaving it as slick as grease.
FUCK ME! FUCK ME, HARD!" Elizabeth begged. "THAT BIG MEAT
FEELS SO WONDERFUL BETWEEN MY LEGS!" Her voice was almost
distraught, and he could see that her eyes were widely dilated
with sexual abandonment.
Timing himself carefully to obtain the maximum gratification
for both of them, Frank begin thrusting back and forth astride her
magnificent body, driving his aching prick deep into her tightly
stretched cunt. Her smooth arms and stockinged legs wrapped
tightly around his naked, thrusting body, Elizabeth began moving
her hips around under him with expert movements. She was
breathing quite heavily and he could feel her steeply erect
breasts tormenting his bare chest as she continually arched her
back and twisted around under him with feline movements.
"Harder! Harder! I need it so bad!" she pleaded between
loud gasps. "I don't care if it hurts!"
Frank progressively increased the tempo and she could feel
his heavy, bloated balls slapping against her with each forward
thrust. His pelvis was pressed down hard against hers, and each
surging stroke tantalized her highly charged clitoris with an
almost-electric jolt of raw, physical pleasure. Her own expert
thrusts threw her gorgeous buttocks up at him, working his wildly
pounding prong even deeper into her wetly clinging little pussy
and then furiously milking it for its magic juices. Their bodies
felt glued together in a wild medley of tantalizing physical
sensations.
"Oooooohhhhh! Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth gasped. "Just keep
fucking me like this! Don't ever stop! It feels so gooood!"
Thoroughly lubricated by her bubbly feminine juices, Frank's
blood-distended, painfully aching prick slid back and forth inside
her hotly clinging vagina at a progressively faster rate.
Flinching and gasping each time the bone-hard shaft penetrated to
her cervix, Elizabeth squirmed wildly and clutched frantically at
his wildly surging body. Her nylon-clad legs coiled upward and
she began kicking at his hips with her heels, forcing him to
plunge even deeper into her hotly burning, totally vulnerable
pussy.
"That's the way, baby!" Frank told her. "Turn on! Let
yourself go completely!" What a sexpot! he told himself. How I'd
love to have her and Erica in bed with me for a session of three-
way sex!
"Ow! Ooooohhhh, harder! Harder!" Elizabeth cried out, sheer
sexual pleasure mixed with a tinge of masochistic pain as the
thick hard rod drove relentlessly back in her twisting, frantic
cunt. "Harder! Harder! Make it hurt!" she pleaded. "Ouch! Oh!
Ooooohhhh!"
As the dizzy pace threatened to get completely out of
control, Frank found himself ramming back and forth with powerful,
punishing strokes that thrust his painfully aching cock in to the
hilt. Elizabeth gasped and shuddered with an intense mixture of
pleasure and pain each time he slammed his weight downward against
her, and responded to each thrust by throwing her hips upward to
maximize the penetration. Feminine juices bubbled from her
blistering hot cunt and seemed to glue their lewdly welded bodies
even tighter together.
"Oooooohhhhh! Oh! Ohh!" Elizabeth tried to speak but was
too breathless to get the words out. "I'm cum ..."
"Let yourself go! Let go!" Frank exclaimed although he was
almost as breathless as she was.
The incredibly ticklish, intense sensations in his throbbing,
nearly bursting penis began to overwhelm him, and Frank pumped and
thrust with wild lunges that threw his entire weight down against
his partner's voluptuous body. Despite the pounding she was
absorbing, Elizabeth kept throwing her ass upward in response to
his almost-brutal thrusts. He could feel her vaginal walls
snapping at him with reflexive spasms, while at the same time her
heels continued to beat a frantic tattoo on his upturned buttocks.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth screamed as her initial orgasmic
release began to convulse her entire body.
Realizing that the two of them were about to explode
together, Frank thrust forward as hard as he could and pinned her
wildly squirming body under him as his bloated balls suddenly
began emptying themselves with spasmodic spurts. Elizabeth
emitted a shrill, almost-hysterical cry of sheer sexual ecstasy as
she suddenly felt the steaming semen spewing deep into her
twitching vagina.
"Ooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" the overwrought young woman
screamed, her long fingernails cutting almost painfully deep into
Frank's bare back as she hugged him fiercely to her. Her violent
orgasmic convulsions lifted them both high off the bed, and he
could feel her vaginal walls frantically squeezing his bursting
cock in an iron-grip, as if trying to suck out every last driblet
of cum.
Totally breathless, the two of them collapsed on the bed
afterwards in a tangle of arms and legs. Frank was in no hurry to
disengage, and could feel the young woman's delicious young body
still quivering and shivering with pleasure as they lay with their
organs soaking together.
"That was beautiful!" she told him, her voice filled with
gratitude. "When I took this assignment, they didn't tell me you
were such a stud."
As Frank's limp penis oozily exitted from her dripping cunt,
Elizabeth quickly grabbed it and spread the excess cum over her
fingers. With a teasing smile on her face, she began licking her
fingers one by one in a manner that left no doubt that she
thoroughly relished the virile, salty taste of cum. "Mmmm, is
that delicious!" she told him, smacking her lips with
satisfaction.
"Yeah, that's right," he told her. "Let's live it up tonight
because we may not get the chance when we get started on this
operation."
"Okay," Elizabeth agreed. "Do you still want me to keep my
stockings on?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"I think you know the answer to that!" he replied.
Chapter 4
"Mr. Hopkins, how would you like to be in charge of
disciplining eight young women?" As might be expected, the highly
unusual question was asked with a blush and nervous giggle.
When Frank heard that particular question addressed to him
from one of the two young women seated across from him, he knew
that the unusual plan he and Elizabeth had worked out was starting
to pay dividends. In accordance with his instructions, Elizabeth
had arranged to move into the apartment shared by the seven other
girls. Frank himself had taken an apartment one floor above them
in the same building, where he had spent the last few days
discreetly keeping an eye on the girls in the hope that he might
detect some sign of Erica.
"That's a rather unusual question, I must say," he replied,
pretending to be surprised.
As he spoke he avoided looking directly at Elizabeth, who was
blushing and looking nearly as flustered as her companion.
Instead, he looked directly at the other girl, a platinum-blonde
whose name was Donna Gibson. She appeared to be in her late-
twenties, and her form-fitting sweater and slacks revealed a
promising figure that merited attention. According to Elizabeth,
Donna was more or less the ringleader among the girls, and he was
therefore not surprised by her presence.
"Well, when eight girls share an apartment, things can become
a real mess," Donna explained. "Chores don't get done, clothes
get borrowed without permission, phone messages get lost, and so
on. And there's the manpower shortage, which means that there is
open competition for any eligible male who shows up."
Unseen by Donna, Frank winked knowingly at Elizabeth as he
listened to the expected recitation. Seated across from him,
Elizabeth had crossed her pretty legs to display an amount of
nylon apparently calculated to remind him of their liaison a few
evenings ago.
"So, last night we all held a council of war," Donna
continued. "We laid down some rules and agreed that violators
were to be punished by spankings." A pretty blush spread over her
face as she finished the sentence.
The other two exchanged knowing glances. Frank, of course,
knew that it had been Elizabeth who had suggested the spanking
plan. Young Erica Schmidt might dye her hair and have plastic
surgery on her face, but there was no way that she was going to
change the lush contours in that beautiful ass of hers! Frank had
devised the spanking scheme for the express purpose of identifying
Erica, but there was no doubt that he was going to have a great
deal of enjoyment in carrying it out. And, after the war, it
would be quite amusing to tell the story of the eight young
American gals who got their bums burned for Old Glory!
"A rather novel idea, I must say," Frank interjected, smiling
at his blushing visitor. "And I gather you want me to administer
the discipline!" He spoke in a deliberately underkeyed fashion.
"Well, if you don't mind," Donna replied.
Frank's eyebrows came up at that innocent remark. Apparently
his attractive guest did not grasp the true nature of spanking,
and what it was really all about. Well, she'd learn!
"You see, we wanted an outsider to do the job," Donna went
on. "No girl would dish out a really effective spanking because
she'd be too afraid of retaliation."
"I understand," Frank told her. "By sheer coincidence, it so
happens that I have some unique qualifications for that sort of
thing.
He proceeded to tell them in some detail of his duties as
headmaster of an English girls' school before the war. Elizabeth,
who had only a sketchy idea of his background, sat as wide-eyed
and attentive as her companion as he told them of the strict
discipline administered to the pupils, even those in their late-
teens. Obviously unfamiliar with such practices, they listened
with fascination as he told them about the standard practice of
requiring girls to bend over while their uniform skirts were
raised, their panties lowered, and six or more cuts of the cane
applied to their completely bare buttocks. From the way both
young women squirmed in their seats, Frank could see that both of
them could just feel one of those whippy canes being applied to
their unclad posteriors.
"Well, I suppose a cane would be too severe for your tender
American bottoms," he remarked with an amused laugh.
"Yes!" both girls agreed in unison.
Frank shrugged to indicate that it wasn't all that important.
"I can just use my hand, of course," he told them. "That can be
quite effective, too."
"Yes, I'm sure it can!" Donna rather breathlessly agreed. It
was clear that she was quite intrigued to be talking to a man who
had experience in disciplining the opposite sex.
"However, I do think there should be some sort of ceremony,"
Frank explained. "Otherwise, the atmosphere would be too much
like a birthday party spanking, and the girl wouldn't think of it
as punishment."
"That makes sense," Elizabeth supported him. The attractive
brunette had allowed her skirt to ride up to give him a full
glimpse of the two wide bands at the top of her stockings and a
fleeting glimpse of bare white thigh.
"Well, what do you mean?" Donna asked, obviously curious.
"Well, for example," Frank said, pretending to improvise,
although he had thought it all through beforehand. "A schoolgirl-
type uniform, something to give the impression that she's a big
girl being treated like a little girl. White blouse, short
pleated black jumper, but worn with nylons and high heels.
Pigtails, perhaps."
"Nylons are hard to get these days," Donna objected.
"We can manage," Elizabeth said.
"And perhaps the victim should stand in the corner before and
after the spanking," Frank added. "However, we can work out all
those details. Now, perhaps, you two would like to join me in a
drink."
"I can't. I have to run," Donna told him.
"I'd be happy to!" Elizabeth replied, flashing him a knowing
smile and swinging one pretty leg back and forth as she spoke.
When Donna had departed, Frank poured them each a drink and
once again sat down across from his attractive visitor.
"Well, does any of the girls resemble your little Nazi
girlfriend?" Elizabeth asked.
"There are only two of them who could be her," Frank said.
"The others are wrong for one reason or another."
"That's funny," Elizabeth told him. "I thought you'd say all
seven of them resembled her, just so you could spank all seven of
them."
Frank laughed. "I'll admit that that fiendish thought did
occur to me," he admitted. "And I'll wager that I wind up
spanking all eight of you, anyway!"
Elizabeth laughed, as though the idea were totally
preposterous. "That's absurd," she told him.
"But you don't understand how much girls like to see other
girls punished," he explained. "Once one or two of them have
gotten it, they'll want a couple of more to get it and so on.
It'll be contagious!"
From the look on her face, he could tell that she agreed he
had a point. "You better not spank me!" she told him archly.
"Since you're the one who suggested the spanking idea to the
girls in the first place, I'm sure there's no way on earth we'll
be able to save that priceless bottom of yours!" Frank told her
with a laugh.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it!" Elizabeth replied.
"Now, tell me what you've found out," Frank said. "Any
clues, suggestions, hints. Anything."
Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, obviously embarrassed to
bring up whatever was on her mind. "You said Erica had Lesbian
tendencies," she remarked, her eyes lowered.
"Well, well," Frank exclaimed, registering surprise. "Well,
go ahead and tell me about it."
"One of the girls is a Lesbian," Elizabeth told him, looking
quite shamefaced as she spoke. "She and I had, uh ... uh a
session together!"
"Which one?" Frank asked, leaning forward with obvious
interest.
"Jean Wright," Elizabeth said. "Is she one of your
suspects?"
"Yes," Frank replied. "Well, go ahead and tell me about it."
Elizabeth looked quite embarrassed. "Please, let's spare the
details," she demurred.
"No, I have to know," Frank insisted. "Some little clue that
you might not think important might make all the difference."
With considerable embarrassment, Elizabeth began recounting
her story.
"It was late ..." she began.
The apartment that the eight girls were sharing had been
partitioned off into two main rooms. The rear room served as a
dormitory where all the girls slept on various beds and cots. The
front room served as a combination living and dining room. Unable
to sleep one evening, Elizabeth had gotten up from her cot and
gone into the front room for a cigarette. It was a warm evening,
and she was wearing light summer pajamas, through which the
outline of her full figure was easily discernible.
Thinking that all of the other girls were asleep, she was
visibly startled when she heard the sound of a key turning in the
front door. Before she could react, however, the door opened and
in popped Jean.
"Hi!" Jean exclaimed, flashing a smile at her new roommate.
She spoke in a semi-whisper to avoid disturbing the other girls.
"Where have you been?" Elizabeth asked with some surprise,
also speaking in a low voice. "It must be two o'clock."
"Looking for some action," Jean replied, sitting down beside
her on the couch. "Can I have a cigarette? I hate to bum one
when you have to stand in line all day for a pack, but I really
need one."
"Okay," Elizabeth replied, handing her a cigarette. As she
did so, she discreetly looked over her attractive roommate. Jean
was a full-figured young woman who appeared to be in her early
twenties. She had jet-black hair with darkly expressive blue eyes
that seemed constantly in motion, as if she were searching for
something. She had seated herself quite carelessly, allowing her
dark skirt to ride up over the tops of her tightly suspendered
dark brown stockings. "And how was the night life tonight?"
Elizabeth asked.
"Rotten," Jean spoke with a discouraged sigh. "I got picked
up by some overworked young lawyer who works for OPA, but he
couldn't keep it up despite my valiant efforts." As she spoke, she
kept darting glances at her roommate, as if trying to discern what
reaction she might provoke. "Honestly, sometimes I think men are
a complete waste of time!"
It might have been just an idle remark, but Elizabeth could
sense an invitation in Jean's eyes as she spoke. It was a
distinctly uncomfortable moment for Elizabeth. She had never had
the slightest Lesbian contact in her life, and had always
considered the idea of sex between girls as highly repugnant.
Moreover, she didn't have the foggiest idea of how to proceed,
although she knew that it was her duty to do so.
"Those are very nice stockings, Jean," she remarked. "I envy
you. I'm down to my last pair."
"They are nice. Look at them!" Jean replied, pulling her
skirt back well over her stocking tops and extending her shapely
legs in a straight line to give Elizabeth a complete view of her
attractive, nylon-clad legs. "Here, feel them and see how sheer
they are!"
Elizabeth could feel her heart pounding rapidly as she
accepted the invitation. Running her hand over the darker band at
the top of Jean's right stocking, she allowed her fingers to brush
against the young woman's smooth, warm bare thigh. It was
immediately evident that the intimate contact was thrillingly
disconcerting to her young roommate. A pretty flush appeared
immediately on Jean's face and she squirmed girlishly in her seat.
"Perhaps I'd better get undressed out here where I won't wake
the other girls," Jean said, her eyes directed at her roommate in
a searching manner. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all?" Elizabeth replied, although she could not
refrain from gulping noticeably.
Crossing first one pretty leg and then the other to unfasten
and then remove her elegant high heeled sandals, Jean unsnapped
her nylons from her black garter belt. She rolled them down and
removed them with infinite care to avoid causing any runs in them.
As the black hose departed to reveal milk-white flesh, Elizabeth
told herself that she must not look. She had already observed
enough to conclude that Jean possessed strong Lesbian tendencies,
and that was all she really needed to know.
Minus her shoes and stockings, Jean quickly unbuttoned her
blouse and removed it to reveal feminine curves outlined in a
white brassiere and light, highly embroidered slip. Standing up,
she undid her skirt and quickly stepped out of it to reveal the
full length of her attractive slip.
"Just think," she mused, "I wear all these nice undies and my
date can't even get his erector set working!"
As she began pulling the slip off over her head, Elizabeth
kept telling herself that she must not watch. But, try as she
might, she could not avoid watching intently as the slip came off
to reveal Jean's lush young body attired only in bra, white
panties and garter belt. From her vantage point, she could
clearly see the fleecy triangle under the wispy panties, and could
feel her blood beginning to race. Her face felt hot and she could
not refrain from squirming in her seat.
"What's the matter, Liz?" Jean asked in an apparently
innocent voice as she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra.
"You look as if you were upset about something."
"It's nothing," Elizabeth managed to reply, although her
voice betrayed her underlying turmoil.
Jean casually removed her brassiere and made no attempt to
conceal her full ripe breasts. Although she kept telling herself
not to do so, Elizabeth could not tear her eyes away from those
two plump, jouncing mounds with their saucy pink tips. She was a
little dismayed and considerably disturbed at the stimulating
effect that another girl's body was having on her.
As if she were deliberately flaunting her feminine charms in
front of her, Jean quickly stripped down her panties and tossed
them aside. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight
of the swollen pink valley nestled in the fluffy triangle of
light-brown hair. As Jean removed her garter belt, she seemed
quite aware that her attractive roommate was gazing at her in a
highly intent fashion.
"Look at me, Liz!" Jean spoke quietly but confidently. "Look
at me and then tell me you're not interested!!"
Elizabeth gulped and found herself swallowing quite hard.
Her face was a pretty crimson as she gazed at her roommate's
inviting breasts and glistening pubic curls. "Please, Jean,"
Elizabeth heard herself protesting in an embarrassed voice. "I
wouldn't have the vaguest idea what to do with another girl!"
Jean smiled quietly at her and motioned for her to stand up.
"Don't worry! I'll show you!" she promised.
Feeling as if she were being propelled by forces beyond her
control, Elizabeth stood up. The two of them embraced and Jean
kissed her firmly on the mouth. Through her thin pajamas, she
could feel Jean's full breasts brushing against her own ripe
mounds. The sudden experience of nipple meeting nipple sent
electric shivers racing through her body, and she felt herself
excitedly returning Jean's kiss. Their mouths came open and
feminine tongues coiled around one another in a deep Lesbian kiss.
She could feel Jean's fingers unbuttoning her pajama tops, and in
a moment their bare breasts were in contact. Elizabeth sighed
ardently and could feel ice cold chills racing up and down her
back.
"The other girls will hear us!" Elizabeth warned her.
"No, they won't. They're all asleep," Jean replied, pushing
her back toward the couch.
Jean was taking charge of the proceedings, and Elizabeth was
content to allow her to do so. Gently pushed backward by her
companion, Elizabeth stretched out supine on the couch. Jean
knelt on the floor at her side and quickly removed her pajama
pants for her. Blushing deeply, Elizabeth felt pleasantly
lightheaded and giddy with her worshipful feminine partner
kneeling before her, her expressive eyes drinking in everything.
"You have such beautiful breasts, Liz!" Jean told her in an
admiring voice. The shapely young woman quickly leaned forward
and kissed one pink nipple lightly, allowing her lips to linger
for a moment.
"Ooooohhhh!" Elizabeth panted, her voice reflecting a mixture
of pleasure and surprise. Given her first taste of Lesbian
pleasure, the voluptuous young woman caught her breath and arched
her back sharply.
Licking her full, ripe lips with obvious anticipation, Jean
leaned forward and began to kiss the two full, highly sensitive
mounds again. Extending her warm pink tongue, the comely young
woman alternated between the two upright, twitching nipples with
gentle flicks, while at the same time her small hands gently
molded and caressed the two fully rounded globes. Her face deeply
flushed and biting her lip to keep from crying out, Elizabeth
writhed and twisted with growing arousal as the intimate caresses
left her magnificent breasts taut with sexual tension. Try as she
might, she could not deny that girl love had its special
pleasures.
"You know, I've never done anything like this before!"
Elizabeth admitted to her attractive partner in a voice that was
hoarse with excitement.
"I want to suck your pussy for you!" Jean told her,
continually nibbling at her companion's erect breasts even as she
spoke. "Honestly, there's nothing like having another girl eat
your pussy for you! You'll just love it!"
Taking one rose-colored nipple into her mouth and gently
sucking on it, Jean slowly allowed one hand to slide down the
velvety smooth flesh and in to the tuft of fluffy brunette hair.
Neither was surprised to find that the area was already
deliciously creamy. Elizabeth trembled with agitation and quickly
sucked in her breath as Jean's fingers lightly caressed her pink
cuntal lips with a gentle, exploratory stroke.
"Spread your legs open a little, honey," Jean suggested in a
quiet voice.
By this time, Elizabeth knew that she lacked the willpower to
resist. Breathing in short, excited gasps, she opened her smooth,
tapering thighs in anticipation of the Lesbian pleasures to come.
Her pink tongue constantly skimming her pretty lips in an
expectant manner, Jean extended both hands and used her fingers to
pry the two pink petals open. As she unveiled the lush pink-red
girl flesh, Jean lost no time burying her head between Elizabeth's
wantonly outspread thighs.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth gasped as she suddenly felt Jean's
little probing tongue directly in contact with her ultra-
sensitive, hotly throbbing clitoris. Her entire body quivered
spasmodically and her thighs coiled tightly around Jean's head,
locking them in a soft but firm vise. A gush of hot feminine dew
erupted from her heated pussy, bathing Jean's face in its pungent
female aroma. Smacking her lips with obvious delight, Jean began
running her tongue up and down inside the pink crease, tasting the
delicious girl flesh and drinking in the feminine juices that
soaked her ever-probing tongue.
"Oooooohhhhh, it feels beautiful!" Elizabeth purred, lewdly
fondling her own steeply erect breasts as she spoke. Her lust-
swollen little clitoris was sending its hotly, tingling messages
racing through her entire body, and she was unconsciously
thrusting her pelvis back and forth with reflexive movements. "So
good! So very good!" she murmurred. In some ways she felt as if
she were dreaming, that it really wasn't her. She couldn't be
doing something like that with another girl.
"Let me kneel between your legs," Jean told her, moving from
the floor to a kneeling position between her attractive
companion's smooth, shapely legs. "Slip your legs down over my
back!" she instructed. "That's the way!"
In a moment, Elizabeth's bare legs were dangling down her
Lesbian friend's smooth back. Using her fingertips once again,
Jean carefully pried open the two outer folds to expose the lush
pink, watery interior. The steaming, pungent heat that suffused
Elizabeth's pussy blew against her pretty face as she leaned
forward, her tongue coiled in readiness for the Lesbian invasion.
"Now, I'm going to give you a cum like you've never had
before!" she promised her wriggling, breathless partner. "You're
just going to love it!"
With her warm pink tongue extended as far as possible, Jean
began licking and nibbling the wet girl flesh in an expert manner.
Although Elizabeth kept telling herself that she shouldn't permit
herself to be so thrilled by another girl's unnatural caresses,
she gasped and arched her back in kittenish fashion as Jean's
feminine tongue teased and caressed her intensely quivering,
desire-swollen clitoris with teasing, thrilling swipes. A hot,
deliciously burning sensation originating in her tormented little
button spread through her pussy, and from there radiated warm
waves throughout her body. She was dismayed by the intensity of
her own arousal. She had never dreamed that another girl could
raise her to such a fever pitch of arousal!
"Ooooohhhh! Oh, it's wonderful! So good! So very, very
..." Elizabeth heard herself murmuring between excited gasps of
pure physical joy. "Don't ever stop! I need it so bad!"
Sliding her hands palm upwards under Elizabeth's satiny
feminine hips, Jean worked her probing tongue as far as she could
into the steaming hot, slippery wet cavern and flicked it around
in a serpentine manner. Elizabeth's deliciously warm girl's honey
was flowing in generous quantities, bathing her eager young
partner's face and filling her mouth with slurping noises that
were quite audible. Lifting Elizabeth's hips a few inches from
the couch, Jean hastily ran her tongue down to the other hole and
twirled it inside for a moment.
"Ooooohhhh!" Elizabeth gasped with surprise and delight, and
quickly bit her lip to keep from crying out. "Oh, my goodness!"
She could hardly believe the lewd wickedness of her young
companion! She kept telling herself that she should stop right
then and there, that she shouldn't permit herself to enjoy such
perverted activities, but the sheer physical sensations were quite
overwhelming and she was a helpless prisoner of her own highly
erotic personality.
Jean worked her way back upward to the fragrant juicy slit,
and plunged her darting, stabbing tongue in once again.
Elizabeth's hips jerked up frantically at the sudden resumption of
the Lesbian assault, her back arching steeply off the couch for a
moment. Her warm tongue swimming in the swirling rapids of
Elizabeth's overheated cunt, Jean quickly found the pink lust-
driven bud and began concentrating on it. Elizabeth shuddered
violently at the incredibly thrilling contact, and began jerking
her pelvis back and forth in a manner that made clear that her
emotions ware rapidly going out of control.
"Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh! Oh, don't stop! Ohh!" Elizabeth
gasped in a distraught voice. "Ooohhh! Oh, I'm ... Ooooohhhh!"
Her eager face plastered against the sopping wet underbrush,
Jean constantly teased the maddeningly throbbing little button
with her experienced tongue. Completely carried away with sexual
arousal, Elizabeth clawed at Jean's head in an apparent attempt to
push her face deeper into her burning hot pussy. She could feel
an intense orgasm coming on, approaching with the force of a
tornado. The fever-pitch intensity of her sexual arousal produced
muffled sobs of delight and despair, and she could feel her entire
body on the verge of an explosion.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth wailed with sexual anguish as a
violent, mind-blowing climax suddenly engulfed her entire body.
Convulsive shudders racked her body and her shapely legs jerked
upwards spasmodically, as if pulled on strings. I'm in heaven,
she told herself! One wave after another of raw, almost savage
erotic spasms assaulted her quivering body, and left her limp and
totally breathless.
Her female lover kept her face buried against her wet
underbrush until Elizabeth's convulsions began to subside.
"Oh, that was wonderful!" Elizabeth exclaimed, tears of
excitement brimming in her eyes.
Her face glistening with feminine cum, Jean slowly withdrew
her face from the wet, pink furrow. "Didn't you just love it?"
she asked, a pretty flush of excitement on her face.
"Yes! Yes!" Elizabeth admitted. "I suppose ..." she found
it difficult to put into words what she knew she had to say next.
"I suppose you want me to reciprocate!"
"Sure, of course!" Jean seemed a little surprised that her
friend found it necessary to say the obvious.
The two of them quickly traded places, and Elizabeth watched
as Jean stretched out supine with her legs opened to reveal her
pink cuntal slit in all its feminine glory. I'm not a Lesbian,
I'm just pretending to be a Lesbian, Elizabeth tried to tell
herself. But as she found herself staring at the luscious
coralline groove that was obviously brimming with the most
delicious sweetmeats, she could not deny that she was hungry for
the Lesbian banquet that awaited her.
"Hurry up, honey, my pussy's just dying for some girl love!"
Jean told her, squirming prettily on the couch and watching her
companion with intense expectation.
As Elizabeth moved into a kneeling position between her
smooth bare legs, Jean pulled her knees back until they were
nearly in contact with her full breasts. Elizabeth gulped quite
hard and felt her face becoming hotly crimson as she found herself
only inches away from the lasciviously displayed girlish charms,
the plump pink furrow standing out vividly in the pretty nest of
light brown hair. Glittering moisture adorned most of the area
and, somewhat to her shock and dismay, Elizabeth could feel her
own mouth watering expectantly.
"Go on, Liz!" Jean pleaded. "Eat me! Eat me, please! Don't
make me wait any longer!"
With some uncertainty, Elizabeth extended her fingers and
slowly, somewhat squeamishly, separated the plump, pink folds.
The lovely girl flesh and the musky feminine aroma emanating from
it assaulted all of her senses, and she found herself studying the
lewd display with a fascination she could not really explain.
Jean squirmed girlishly as feminine fingers opened up her treasure
trove, and she hooked one leg gently over Elizabeth's back.
"Suck me, Liz! Please! Suck my pussy!" she begged,
repeating herself over and over again. "Suck me! Suck my pussy!
Suck me!"
Elizabeth hesitated for a long moment, gathering up courage
to perform the act that she had so long considered so hopelessly
perverted. Finally, she extended her moist pink tongue, and
slowly buried her blushing face in Jean's eagerly waiting pussy.
A hot gush of feminine cream greeted her and for a moment she felt
as if she had dived into a warm, wet pool.
"Oh, that's the way!" she heard Jean exclaim. "Eat me,
honey! Eat it!"
Her mouth and cheeks bathed in warm girl juice, Elizabeth
began exploring the moist interior of Jean's juicy, fragrant cunt
with her long, twisting tongue. To her dismay, the taste was
indescribably delicious, sweet and honey-like, and she found
herself impulsively sucking it in with noisy, eager slurps.
Jean's pelvis began jerking back and forth instinctively, and
Elizabeth could hear the young girl's ecstatic gasps and moans as
she submitted to the Lesbian caresses.
"Don't stop, honey!" Jean encouraged her. "It's wonderful!
Oh, it feels so good! So good! So very ... very ..."
Tormented by her female lover's flicking and stabbing tongue,
Jean writhed and twisted on the couch with sensuous, erotic
movements of her entire body. Despite her inexperience, Elizabeth
seemed able, perhaps instinctively, to tease and tickle the tiny,
desire-swollen clitoris and the dilated vaginal orifice with
little flicks that sent sparks of electricity racing through the
other girl's body. Jean's soft thighs coiled tightly around her
lowered head with a constrictor-like squeeze that left her
imprisoned, and Elizabeth could tell that her attractive roommate
was rapidly approaching the same level of savage sexual bliss she
herself had enjoyed earlier.
Swimming in rivers of feminine juice, Elizabeth concentrated
all of her efforts on the swollen tingling bud, tonguing and
sucking simultaneously. Jean's pelvic movements rapidly
accelerated, and Elizabeth could bear her ecstatic gasps as she
began breathing quite heavily. Before long her pelvis was jerking
uncontrollably against Elizabeth's face and a steady stream of
girl honey was gushing from her gaping vaginal orifice.
"OOOOOOHHHHH! I'MMMM CUMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!"
Jean cried out rapturously, her entire body heaving with sexual
lust. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!"
A ball of fire seemed to explode in Jean's steaming hot
pussy, and spasms of pure sexual bliss convulsed her voluptuous
young body. Trapped between her shuddering partner's tightly
coiled thighs, Elizabeth sucked lovingly on her female lover's
delicious cum. The deliciously sweet taste filled her mouth and
nostrils, and blotting out of her mind the depravity of what she
was doing, she relished every drop of it.
At last, Elizabeth withdrew her face from the ravished cuntal
opening, and stretched out beside her naked girlfriend on the
couch. Their arms entwined, the two of them exchanged a moist,
affectionate kiss and the tongues that had driven each other
frantic with sexual lust met once again.
"Wasn't it beautiful?" Jean asked, her eyes smiling brightly
at her female lover.
"Yes!" Elizabeth admitted, kissing her once again.
Without really thinking about what they were doing, the two
of them slowly drifted into a sixty-nine position on the couch.
In a few moments, their faces were plastered against each other's
pussies.
* * *
Frank listened to Elizabeth's narration with absorbed
interest. There was no doubt that Jean's behavior was highly
reminiscent of the youthful Erica that he remembered back in
England. Long before Elizabeth was finished with her story, he
found himself with a powerful erection that demanded satisfaction.
During the intense lovemaking that followed, Elizabeth seemed to
be striving valiantly to prove that she was really a normal woman
and had not become addicted to the Lesbian pleasures to which she
had been introduced. Afterwards, they lay quietly in each other's
arms trying to catch their breath.
When he began recovering from his post-coital stupor, Frank
tried to collect his thoughts. In addition to Jean, there was
only one other girl who fit Erica's description. Her name was
Betty Anderson, and apart from her jet-black hair she could easily
have been a double for Erica. The slight facial differences could
have been caused by surgery. They had met once and Frank thought
that he detected a flicker of recognition in her eyes, although he
realized that he could easily be mistaken about that.
"Thinking about business?" Elizabeth asked.
"Right," Frank replied.
"Don't you think Jean's our girl?" she asked.
"Could be," he said.
"Who else?" Elizabeth asked curiously.
"Betty Anderson," he told her.
The answer provoked an amused laugh from Elizabeth.
"What's so funny about that?" Frank asked curiously.
"She hardly fits your Lesbian profile," she told him.
"Betty's the biggest manstealer in the whole group."
"Good," Frank replied. "Let her try to steal somebody's
date, and then have the girls sentence her to a spanking for that.
Let's see what effect that has on her."
Elizabeth smiled knowingly at him. "I bet I know what effect
it will have on you!" she told him, her eyes bright with
amusement.
Chapter 5
Frank was waiting for the telephone call when it came. He
recognized the voice of Donna Gibson before she identified
herself.
"Mr. Hopkins," she told him. "We have a little manstealer
who needs to be taught a lesson!"
"I understand," he replied. "When?"
"Give us about an hour," Donna told him.
"Remember the details we discussed," Frank reminded her.
"Yes, but I'm afraid our victim is putting up quite a little
fuss about it," she said.
"Just tell her that that will make the punishment all the
more severe," Frank said quietly, hanging up the phone.
One hour to the minute later, Frank knocked on the front door
of the girls' apartment. Even before the door was opened, he
could hear animated conversation from inside. In a moment, the
door swung open.
"Hello," Donna told him, flashing a bright smile at him. "Do
we ever have need of your expert services!"
All eight roommates were present as Frank stepped inside the
apartment. An attitude of underlying anticipation and excitement
was readily discernible amidst a general hubbub of giggles,
snickers, girlish titters, catty remarks and general merriment.
The carnival atmosphere was exactly what Frank had expected,
because he knew from experience that females were invariably
stimulated, sometimes even sexually aroused, by the idea of a
fellow female undergoing correction.
"Look what we have over here!" Donna told him, pointing to
one corner of the room.
Frank whistled softly as he looked over to the corner.
Blushing furiously and obviously simply dripping with
embarrassment, Betty Anderson was standing in the corner with her
face to the wall like a naughty but overgrown child. She was
costumed perfectly for Frank's purposes--white blouse, pleated
black jumper, black stockings and spike heeled black patent
leather pumps with straps from behind the ankle tied in a large
bow in front. The jumper was hemmed to end a few inches higher
than the prevailing fashions, which added a juvenile but eye-
catching dimension to the outfit. To add to the juvenile effect,
her jet black hair was done in two long pigtails and tied with
large pink ribbons.
"Our little manchaser is waiting for her medicine!" one of the
girls cattily informed Frank. Others joined in with similar
remarks. Obviously, everyone except the victim was looking
forward to the occasion.
"Girls, please!" Betty protested, blushingly looking back
over her shoulder in an effort to decrease the merciless hazing.
"Perfect costuming," Frank commented quietly to Donna as he
gazed intently at his intended victim.
The scene brought back many vivid memories of England before
the war, and his eyes drank in every detail of Betty's appealing
figure as he looked her over from head to toe. He noted the
swelling curves of her ripe buttocks beneath the pleated jumper,
the narrowness of her waist, the full curves of her nylon-clad
thighs, her slender ankles and her dainty feet steeply arched in
the attractive black high-heel sandals. And he also noted the
exquisite look of embarrassment and shame on her pretty, hotly
blushing face. There was always something vividly erotic about
the look of shame on a young woman's face when undergoing
correction.
"What are we waiting for?" one of the girls asked. Others
joined in the clamor.
Looking around, Frank discovered a plain, sturdy chair and
pulled it into the middle of the room. As he seated himself on
it, Donna clapped her hands to silence the other girls.
"Come and get it, Betty!" Donna called out.
Betty gulped hard and her pretty knees buckled noticeably as
she turned around to find Frank seated and flanked by her
expectantly grinning roommates. "Please, girls, this has gone far
enough!" she burst out impulsively. "Please, I've learned my
lesson. I'll never do it again!"
"Go on, you little manchaser, take your medicine!" one of the
girls told her in a distinctly hostile tone of voice. Others
joined in with words to similar effect.
"Please, girls, be reasonable!" Betty continued in a
despairing tone. "Please, be reasonable! I'm too old to be
spanked. I'm twenty-four years old!"
The latter remark produced a few snickers from the assembled
girls. It was obvious that Betty had no sympathizers among them.
"Come on, Betty, you're just getting a spanking!" Donna told
her. "You're not going to the electric chair."
Betty's eyes darted hastily around the room in the hopes of
finding at least someone who would take pity on her. "Go on,
Betty, you got it coming!" they all told her in one way or
another.
Watching the wretched young woman miserably trying to beg
off, Frank remained quiet for a few moments. "Come here, Betty!"
he finally commanded, spreading his legs slightly apart and
patting one knee with his open hand.
Betty swallowed quite hard and it was evident that she was
fighting back tears of shame and humiliation. Her pretty face a
flaming crimson, she slowly approached Frank with obviously weak
knees that threatened to collapse at any moment. Her hands were
clasped anxiously behind her back, an unintentionally childish
mannerism that was quite appropriate for the occasion. Inspecting
her lush young figure in the appealing punishment uniform, Frank
kept telling himself not to rush things and that it would be much
more enjoyable if he took his time.
"Please! Please, don't spank me too hard!" Betty pleaded
when at last she stood in front of him. The distressed young
woman wriggled rather naughtily in anticipation of the punishment
to come.
The remark drew a few snickers from the other girls, who had
formed themselves into a semi-circle in front of the chair. All
of them had pleased, expectant looks on their faces, and some were
blushing almost as much as Betty.
"Over my knee, Betty!" Frank told her, grasping her by the
wrist and propelling her forward.
"Oh, it's so embarrassing!" Betty protested, but made no
effort to resist as he pulled her face down over his lap.
"Please, girls, don't let him do this to me!"
Frank paused to cast an admiring glance at his trembling,
protesting victim. Blushing as red as a beet and trying to keep
her face averted as much as possible, she was obviously struggling
to retain her self-control. With her long black pigtails
streaming down to the floor and her short black jumper riding up
to reveal shapely legs and thighs encased in sheer black nylon,
she couldn't have made a more appealing picture.
Her comely and amply proportioned buttocks were sticking up
higher than the rest of her body, and her black jumper was drawn
tightly over them.
"Oh, no, this awful!" Betty pleaded. "Please, let me go!
Girls, please! Please!"
Frank grabbed her right hand and held it firmly in the small
of her back. With her left hand blocked out by his body, there
was no way that the hapless young woman could defend herself.
Although she was trying very hard to hold still, Betty could not
avoid squirming anxiously about on his lap. The next step was
obvious and Frank reminded himself to do it very slowly. As the
other girls stood around giggling, smirking and tittering at
Betty's expense, Frank reached for the hem of her short black
jumper.
"Eeek!" Betty screamed with horror and flopped around on his
lap like a fish out of water. "No! Don't you dare! Never!
Don't you dare!"
From the way that some of the other girls screamed and clasped
their hands over their mouths, it seemed apparent to Frank that
they had simply assumed that the spanking would consist only of
some swats across the skirt-covered bottom. But hearing
objections only from Betty, he saw no reason not to proceed with
his original plan.
"No! Don't! Don't you dare!" Betty screamed furiously.
"Girls, don't let him! Don't!"
Taking his time, Frank slowly gathered the jumper back,
revealing lovely tapering thighs encased in sheer black nylon.
Trying to prolong the ceremony as much as he could, he pulled the
jumper back to the heavier webbing of her stockings where he could
see the snaps of her black garter belt and a glimpse of white
thigh. The assembled girls were all watching intently, and it was
apparent that most of them were quite delighted with Betty's
tribulations.
"Girls, for heaven's sakes, this is shameful!" Betty
protested, casting a quick shamefaced look back over her shoulder
to appeal to them. "Please, this is awful!"
Slowly Frank worked the skirt up over the tops of her black
stockings. Her ivory white thighs, plump and tapering, made an
almost breathtaking contrasts with her black hosiery. Gathering
her jumper up inside out, Frank occasionally permitted his hand to
brush against the silken smooth flesh of her bare thighs. He
could feel her shriveling and could sense that she was too ashamed
to struggle.
"Please! Please! Don't go any further! Please!" Betty
pleaded in growing desperation. "Girls, make him stop!"
It was obvious that she would get no help from her roommates.
Frank slowly pulled the jumper back to expose her panty-clad
buttocks. She was attired in an obviously expensive pair of pink
silk panties, trimmed at the legs with white lace. The wispy
garment could barely confine her girlishly plump and widely
rounded buttocks, and the lower portions of her pretty nates were
in fact visible. Beneath the tightly stretched material, Frank
could see the exciting muscles in her comely bottom rippling and
tensing in anticipation of the trials to come.
"Pull my skirt down!" Betty demanded. "This is awful! You
have no right to do this!"
The highly distressed young woman continued to plead and
protest to everyone present as Frank paused to take a panoramic
view of all the scenery on display. It was an unforgettable
sight, delightfully feminine and rotund buttocks encased in pink,
lace-trimmed panties, smooth and plump bare white thighs, full
shapely legs in sheer black nylons and the toes of pretty black
sandals touching the floor. Snickers, titters and giggles from
the onlookers only served to make the ordeal worse for the
blushing and miserable young woman.
"Now, girls, I trust I have the authority to remove the final
barrier to a truly effective spanking!!" Frank spoke in a
deceptively quiet voice.
"Yes!" Elizabeth quickly replied. "Yes! Yes!" other girls
joined in with eager voices. It was unanimous.
"Oh, no!" Betty screamed, trying to struggle but only
managing to wave her stockinged legs quite prettily. "No! No! I
simply couldn't stand it! Please, this is too humiliating!"
Her face was a deep shade of scarlet as she haplessly glanced
back over her shoulder, and Frank resisted the temptation to tell
her that her bottom would soon be as red as her face. Instead, he
confined his attentions to the task of getting those fragile
panties down out of the way. The baring of that attractive young
Washington secretary proved much more exciting than Frank, or any
of the attentive onlookers, would have imagined.
While poor Betty screamed and struggled to preserve her
modesty, Frank rolled the pink panties down as if he were
unwrapping a Christmas present. Everyone stared as girlishly wide
and beautifully rounded buttocks, as smooth as satin and a
delicious pink white in coloration, came into view. The two lush
globes quivered lasciviously as Frank slowly pulled her panties
down below the expanded tops of her black stockings.
"Oh, this is horrible! Simply awful! Please!" Betty was
nearly beside herself with anger and humiliation. Glancing back
over her shoulder to confirm how obscenely she was exposed, the
distraught young woman shut her eyes as if to block out the sight
and hastily turned her head away.
Once again Frank paused to admire the scenery. Apparently
expecting the spanking to begin at any moment, Betty could not
refrain from flexing and puckering her lovely buttocks in a manner
that was almost outrageously provocative. Although the other
girls had been tittering and smirking, they were now quietly
staring at those naughty, quivering mounds that were soon going to
have to take their spanks from a masculine palm.
Frank was tempted to begin with a real hard smack that would
sound like a revolver shot as it cracked against her pretty rear,
but he decided against that. Instead, the spanking would start
lightly and slowly, letting the heat build up gradually. Like an
artist, he was going to paint Betty's gorgeous posterior and upper
thighs a flaming red, and he was going to apply the paint very
slowly and spread it around very evenly. When he got through with
the job, Betty's charming hindquarters were going to resemble a
couple of overripe tomatoes!
Frank inspected the quivering target area carefully and
raised his right hand in the air. The other girls were watching
intently, some of them biting their lips. He could feel Betty's
entire body tensing in anticipation of that first spank.
Slap!
Frank applied the first spank lightly and quite low, just
above the top of her right stocking.
"Ooohhh!" Betty gasped, more from horror at having a
masculine hand in contact with her precious posterior than from
discomfort. Some of the other girls also gasped, and it was
obvious that they were thinking about what it would be like to be
in that position.
Frank left his hand resting in place right where it landed,
discreetly allowing his fingers to probe the silken flesh. Betty
puckered with embarrassment and instinctively tried to squirm away
from the man's hand. Raising his hand and pausing for a moment to
admire the light pink spot, Frank administered a second light slap
slightly above the first.
"Oooh!" Betty once again jerked her hips as his hand came
into contact with her pretty posterior. "This is awful! Please!
I'm a grown woman I ... I ..."
"Take your medicine, you little manstealer!" one of the girls
spoke out, and it was readily apparent that she was echoing the
sentiments of the others.
"You just wait till you have to take it bare!" Betty retorted
hotly.
Slap!
The third light spank landed at the very base of her right
buttock, and Frank's exploring hand pressed downward against the
almost-unbelievably resilient feminine flesh.
"Ow!" Betty protested. "Don't, please! Please!"
Smack!
The next crisp spank landed squarely upon the surface of her
right bottom cheek. The vulnerable target felt velvety smooth and
spongy soft beneath Frank's palm, and he could feel the hapless
young woman shriveling with humiliation at the intimate contact.
The other girls were all watching intently, and Frank could see
some of them squirming as if vicariously undergoing the experience
themselves.
Slap!
Switching to the left buttock, Frank applied the next spank
lightly and quite high on her rotund posterior.
"Ooohhh!" Betty gasped, unintentionally pumping her lush
bottom provocatively as Frank's masculine palm pressed down firmly
against the softly yielding flesh.
Taking his time about it, Frank slowly worked down her left
buttock and thigh to the top of her stocking. Each spank produced
a gasp and a pretty wiggle from his attractive victim, who was
obviously having considerable difficulty retaining her self-
control. By this time, her comely spanking surfaces were a light
shade of pink all over and were obviously ready for the second
installment.
"Please, this is too humiliating!" Betty implored, twisting
around miserably on his lap. "Please, girls! Make him let me
go!"
"This has only been the warm up!" Frank informed her. "I
think your bottom is ready for a real spanking now!"
"No, please!" Betty sounded thoroughly alarmed. She looked
back over her shoulder and twisted about in his lap in a frantic
effort to reason with him. "Please! I couldn't take it! Please!
Oh, please!"
The fingers of her right hand clawed back in an effort to
provide some protection to her exposed posterior, and Frank could
feel her entire body cringing in anticipation of the coming
punishment. He could see the deep fear in her eyes as she
desperately tried to talk him out of it. Pressing down firmly
against the small of her back with his left hand, he raised his
right hand high above his shoulder.
WHACK!
Frank's hand cracked squarely across the crevice of her lush
bottom with a resounding smack, flattening the resilient flesh
beneath his palm.
"OWW!!" Betty shrieked, her pretty stockinged legs jerking
backwards with a flash of black nylon. Her full, womanly hips
jerked spasmodically and she instinctively struggled to free
herself from his grip. "That hurts! Stop! Don't!"
The other girls gasped and some of them shuddered at the
crisp sound of a bare man's hand landing squarely upon bare, plump
feminine hips. Frank pressed his hand down firmly against the
soft, quivering target to emphasize his control over her. Looking
back over her shoulder with a look of total distress on her pretty
face, she squirmed with mortification as Frank's hand explored her
charming gluteals.
"Please, make him stop! That hurts something awful!" she
pleaded with her roommates. "Please, you don't realize ..."
Splat!
Frank's hand cracked smartly against her right cheek, once
again flattening the flesh and inspiring her shapely, nylon-clad
legs to swing backwards reflexively. Several of her roommates
gasped at the earsplitting crack of bare masculine palm landing on
bare, plump feminine flesh.
"Owwww!" Betty shrilled in a high soprano voice, haplessly
trying to twist out of range of Frank's punitive hand. "Please,
you're hurting me! Stop! I can't stand it!"
Splat!
Frank applied a noisy spank to her left bottom cheek,
flattening the pretty mound and allowing the tips of his fingers
to explore the crevice that separated the two lush globes.
"Oww!" Betty yelped, and high-heeled sandals momentarily
pointed toward the ceiling. "Please! You have no idea how much
it hurts!"
Warm, salty tears were beginning to course down the young
woman's cheeks, spoiling her makeup. Her distress and shame were
clearly mirrored on her hotly flushed face, and she constantly
twisted about in an unsuccessful effort to alleviate her
discomfort. Shapely legs outlined in black nylons and garter belt
were waving back and forth with her feet rarely touching the
floor, and she was beginning to have difficulty holding them
together.
Splat! Smack!
Beginning just above the top of her right stocking, Frank
began applying another series of spanks to her comely posterior.
Some of the on-looking girls were biting their nails rather
feverishly as the extent of Betty's suffering and shame began to
register on them, while others were smirking with unconcealed
delight that the little manstealer was getting her just desserts.
And there were others that Frank was almost positive would have
dearly loved to have traded place with the squirming, red-bottomed
victim.
"Look how red her bottom is getting!!" one of the girls
exclaimed in a voice that mixed dismay with excitement. Others
joined in. Most spoke in a low, confidential tone of voice but
poor Betty could still hear most of what was said, and words like
"red" and "hot" predominated.
"Ouch! Oh, no! This is awful!" Crying quite hard, Betty
sounded thoroughly distraught as Frank's solid hand began popping
up and down against her unprotected and girlishly tender bottom
with dreadful regularity. "Ouch! Oh, no! Please! That's
enough! I can't stand it anymore! Please, girls, I'll never do
it again! Never!"
"That'll teach her!" someone remarked vengefully.
"Gee, I didn't know a girl's bottom could get that red!"
another onlooker added.
As her curvaceous bottom and upper thighs turned a bright,
feverish shade of scarlet under Frank's husky palm, Betty
miserably wiggled like a snake and kicked her shapely, stocking-
clad legs back and forth in an undignified but highly appealing
dance of shame and pain. In her growing distress, she could no
longer preserve her modesty and her pretty legs were jerking hard
and wide, frequently revealing her bright pink cuntal slit and the
dark fleecy hair surrounding it.
"Oh, my!" more than one girl gasped as the watching girls
realized how much Betty was exposing herself. Nearly all of them
blushed prettily at the sight of girlish charms so lewdly
displayed, and while some of them reacted with great
embarrassment, others showed almost total fascination. Although
he really didn't know, Frank was quite sure that more than one
pair of panties was filled with feminine cream.
Splat! Smack!
Frank continued applying his open hand to her ever reddening
spank spot, carefully distributing the firm applications to keep
the color scheme even. Betty's rosy and frantically twitching
bottom, her anguished tear-stained face, her wildly swinging,
nyloned legs, and indecently displayed coral groove all combined
to provide him with a great deal of sadomasochistic gratification.
He hadn't felt so exhilarated since his days as headmaster back in
England before the war.
"Ouch! Oh, no! Stop! I beg you!" Betty pleaded almost
hysterically as Frank unmercifully continued building up the
raging bonfire in her comely backside. "That's enough! Please!
Oh, pleeeeeeese! I can't take it anymore!"
Frank paused to rest his arm for a moment and to inspect the
results. By this time, Betty's delightfully curvaceous feminine
bottom and upper thighs were a brilliant shade of scarlet all over
and were obviously burning with a deep, penetrating heat. Sobbing
quite hard and swinging her legs back and forth in a totally
abandoned manner that afforded a wanton display of bright pink
pussy lips, the miserably young woman thrashed about wildly in a
futile effort to get some relief for her thoroughly scalded
buttocks.
"Look how red she is!" one of the girls remarked in a low but
audible voice. Others exchanged similar comments that the
suffering young secretary couldn't help overhearing.
"Please, no more!" Betty begged although she was almost too
breathless to get the words out. "Please! I'm simply burning up!
Girls, I promise I'll never do it again!"
Taking a quick look around the room, Frank could see that
Betty's roommates were almost hypnotized by the sight of
frantically squirming, bright red feminine buttocks and exposed
girlish charms. Several of them were positively squirming with
what was obviously erotic stimulation.
"One more spank and then it's over to the corner with you,
young lady!" Frank announced.
Whack!
The final spank, the hardest of them all, cracked like a
pistol shot as it crashed against Betty's flaming spank spot.
"Ouch!" Betty screamed, her head snapping back and her
sandaled feet flying upward.
Frank promptly lifted the sobbing young woman to her feet and
forcefully marched her back to the corner where she had been
standing when he first entered.
"Hold your skirt up!" he demanded. "Otherwise, you'll get
some more of this!" he added, smacking her burning rear to show
what he meant.
Sobbing heavily and obviously willing to do anything to save
her blistered bottom from further torment, Betty haplessly grabbed
the hem of her jumper with both hands and held it up above the
waist. Her panties forming a small ring around her ankles, she
stood sobbing and sniffling with her beautiful, bright red
buttocks on full view for everyone to see. Framed by her black
garter belt and stockings, her scarlet spank spot glowed like a
brilliant sunset.
To complete her disgrace, all of her roommates applauded
appreciatively as Frank stepped back and collapsed into a
comfortable seat where he could observe his miserable victim.
"That was beautiful!" one girl told him. "That little
manstealer deserved to get spanked clear down to her stockings!"
"Oh, but I'd hate to get spanked bare!" he heard another girl
say as the various roommates excitedly began discussing the
session. No one left the room and there were frequent glances
over at the bare-bottomed culprit sniffling in the corner.
"Bet you could use a drink after that," Donna told him,
handing him one as she spoke.
"Thanks," Frank replied, leaning back to enjoy his drink and
the sight of Betty standing disgraced in the corner. He listened
carefully to the comments of the other girls, and could tell that
they were quite intrigued by the system of roommate regulation
that he had just demonstrated for them. "There's one souvenir of
the occasion I would like," he spoke quietly to Donna, whispering
his request in her ear.
"Sure!" she replied, a broad grin on her face. She
immediately got to her feet and walked over to her Betty. "Come
on, Betty, step out of those panties!" she told the hapless girl.
"Your master would like a souvenir."
Amid amused giggles and comments from the watching girls,
Betty managed to step out of her pink panties. Donna picked them
up and handed them to Frank as if he'd won a prize. Pocketing the
wispy garment, be dawdled over his drink for the next quarter
hour. When he finally left, Betty was still standing bare-
bottomed and humiliated in the corner.
Chapter 6
When Frank returned to his apartment, he was rather confident
that one of the girls would soon be trailing after him. The
spanking session had contained so many sexual undertones that it
seemed inevitable. As a result, he was not surprised when he
heard a knock on the door. Feeling relaxed and in a rather
pleasant frame of mind, he opened the door.
"Bastard! Son-of-a-bitch! I ought to call the police!"
She spat the words out in a furious tone of voice. It was
Betty, blushing and enraged!
"How dare you do such a thing to me?" she hissed. "That
spanking was just supposed to be some kind of gag. You weren't
supposed to ..."
Frank smiled at the display of spirit. "Come in, Betty," he
told her, standing aside.
The furious young woman lunged at him, and it was only at the
last minute that he saw the gleaming scissors in her hand. He
grabbed her wrists, deflecting the blow as she nearly fell against
him. The scissors nicked his shirt and clattered noisily to the
floor. Frank kept his hold on her wrist and she struggled to get
away.
"Let me go!" she demanded. "Let me go! You fiend!"
"You little hellcat!" Frank spoke with a trace of amusement
in his voice. Holding her wrist and dragging her inside the
apartment, Frank kicked the scissors aside and shut the door.
"Let me out of here!" Betty demanded, still struggling to get
free.
Frank released her wrist and she backed up, breathless and
glancing warily about. She was still wearing the outfit in which
she had been spanked, and Frank noted that the black jumper was a
little mussed from being held above her waist for so long. He
could feel a powerful erection beginning to form as he recalled
that event and gazed at the outraged but inviting young woman in
front of him.
"Come on, let me out of here!" Betty once again demanded.
"Let me go!" Perhaps without realizing what she was doing, she
reached behind her back with both hands and gingerly rubbed her
bottom, which was apparently still stinging from the punishment
that Frank had inflicted upon it.
"There's nothing cuter than a well-spanked gal rubbing her
bottom!" Frank told her.
"You bastard! I ought to go to the police!" she told him
angrily. "You didn't have any right to completely bare me like
that!" Her face flushed a pretty scarlet as she spoke.
"Oh, come off it!" Frank told her, advancing a step toward
her. By this time, his developing erection had formed a promising
curve in the front of his slacks, and it would only be a moment
before she noticed it. "You liked it!" he told her. "It got you
all hot and bothered, and that's why you're here!"
"Are you kidding?" Betty flashed an angry glance at him.
"Why, I ... I never heard of such a thing!"
Without saying anything, Frank took another step forward.
Suddenly Betty noticed the threatening bulge in the front of his
slacks! Her eyes widened with a mixture of horror and
fascination, and she suddenly clasped a hand over her mouth.
"Hey, you're not ..." she spoke in a hoarse voice. "Oh, for
heaven's sakes! Please! Let me go!" As she spoke, she began
backing up with slow, tiny steps, like a cornered animal looking
for an escape. "I didn't come here to ..."
"Sure you did!" Frank replied, advancing toward her in a
confident manner.
"We got laws against rape, you know!" Betty reminded him,
continuing to back up.
"Rape?" Frank told her. "You came here of your own free
will. No court would ever convict me." A confident gleam in his
eye, he watched as she unknowingly backed through an opened door
that led to his bedroom.
"Let me out of here!" Betty pleaded, gasping when she was in
the bedroom.
Frank stepped forward quickly and grabbed her wrists. The
terrified, distressed look on her face made her all the more
appealing, and Frank could feel his hot, hard penis pounding with
masculine urgency.
"That spanking was just the warm up!" he told her. "Now
you're going to get some real punishment!!"
"Please, you're hurting me!" Betty protested, her voice
mirroring her distress. She made something of an effort to
struggle, but it was readily apparent to both of them that he was
much the stronger and could handle her at will.
"Don't fight and you won't get hurt!" Frank replied, keeping
a firm grip on her wrists and pushing her toward the bed.
"Let me go!" Betty protested, quickly becoming quite
breathless. "Let me go!"
"No point fighting it!" Frank told her. "You know you want
it! That's why you came here! That spanking has gotten your
little box all steamed up, and you're just dying for it!"
"No! No! No!" Betty protested, almost in tears. "I'll
scream!"
"Then I'll have to gag you!" he warned her.
Still holding her wrists, he forced her down on the bed on
her back and used his weight to control her body under him.
"Let me go! Let me go, please!" Betty pleaded in a voice
that sounded increasingly desperate.
Frank held her down until he felt her heaving, breathless
body go limp under him. Her face hotly flushed, she stared up at
him like a trapped animal. She had undone her pigtails and her
black hair had become quite mussed in the struggle. Her jumper
was well up over her knees, providing an appealing display of
shapely legs and trim feet attired in sheer black stockings and
fancy high-heeled sandals.
"Now, don't fight and you won't get hurt!" Frank told her,
releasing her wrists and preparing to disrobe.
Breathing hard and continually looking around as if seeking
an escape route, Betty watched as Frank hastily removed his
clothes. As he stripped off his shorts to reveal the full
dimensions of his huge, desire-bloated penis, Betty gasped hard
and stared at it with a mixture of fear and fascination. He could
see her eyes drinking in the entire length of his throbbing muscle
and the two heavy, swollen balls dangling below it.
"You beast!" she exclaimed, her young body shuddering. "You
can't make ..."
At the last second, the attractive young secretary decided to
make a fight of it. Catching him by surprise, she suddenly came
up off the bed and lashed out at him with both arms and feet.
With strained gasps, the two of them started struggling. When he
recovered from his initial surprise, Frank's greater strength
began asserting itself. He forced her back to a supine position
on the bed, and in the struggle her black jumper came up nearly to
the waist. She had not bothered to replace the panties she had
forfeited earlier, and Frank caught sight of her luscious pink
cuntal lips in the black vee at the fork of her legs.
"Go ahead and fight all you like!" Frank told her, finding
the struggle quite exhilarating.
"No! No, please let me go!" Betty pleaded, almost in tears.
Her efforts were obviously tiring her and her struggles began
to subside.
"Quit fighting it, baby!" Frank told her. "You know you want
that big cock in you!"
"No, please! Oh, this is awful!" she begged in a desperate
voice. "Please, don't rape me!"
"You're going to love that big meat in you!" Frank told her.
Satisfied that he had her under control, Frank stood up and
gazed down lasciviously at her lush young feminine body. Flushed
and breathing quite hard, she made no attempt to pull her jumper
below her waist. Her black garter belt and matching stockings
contrasted vividly with the white flesh surrounding the fluffy
triangle of dark curly hair that partially obscured her glittering
little jewel of a pussy. His thick, rigid manhood pounding with
lustful desire, Frank licked his lips with expectation. He could
see that her gorgeous buttocks were still a glowing scarlet from
the thorough spanking that he had administered.
"Please don't rape me!" Betty pleaded, looking up at him with
troubled eyes.
"You're going to be begging for it by the time I'm through
with you!" Frank promised. "Now take off your clothes!"
Watching him apprehensively, Betty complied. Off came her
black jumper and white blouse, and the voluptuous young secretary
lay in front of him attired only in steeply pointed white
brassiere, black garter belt, tautly suspendered black stockings
and elegant black sandals with their neatly tied bows standing out
against her trim ankles.
"That, too!" he told her, pointing to the brassiere.
Blushing with girlish embarrassment, Betty unhooked the
garment and slowly removed it. Frank's eyes narrowed
appreciatively as he gazed at her brightly nippled young breasts.
The two plump, saucy mounds jounced with their newly acquired
freedom, and Betty ineffectually tried to use one arm to cover
them up.
"Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded, her pretty lower lip
quivering.
Frank quickly produced a couple of lengths of white
clothesline rope from the bureau, and dropped down on the bed
beside her.
"Don't tie me up!" Betty exclaimed in sudden alarm. "Please!
Please!"
She started to struggle again but only in a token manner.
Frank quickly looped one of the ropes around her right wrist and
lashed it to the bedpost.
"Please!" Betty pleaded. "Don't!"
"Shut up!" Frank told her. "I can't trust anyone who comes
in here and attacks me with a pair of scissors."
Wrapping the second length of rope around her left wrist, he
quickly lashed that wrist to the opposite bedpost. Her arms
spread-eagled to the two bedposts, Betty could do nothing but
squirm helpless on the bed. She yanked at the two ropes that held
her prisoner, but they were obviously quite firm.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice filled
with apprehension.
Frank stood at the foot of the bed and gazed down at her lush
young body attired only in garter belt, black stockings and spike-
heeled sandals. Although she tried to hold her legs tightly
together, there was no way that she could avoid wantonly
displaying her brightly glistening pink pussy. Despite, or
perhaps because of, the ordeals that she had just endured, there
was a heady feminine aroma of underlying sexual arousal in the
air. Her face hot from shame, she could not refrain from staring
at Frank's rigidly erect, blood-inflated prick and the two heavy
sacs dangling beneath it.
"Oh, please, this is terrible!" Betty pleaded, tears
trickling down her cheeks. "I'm completely helpless! Please, you
can't do this to me! You just can't!"
"Nonsense!" Frank replied. "You know you like your sex
rough! That's why you're here!"
Clasping the spike heels of her pretty sandals in his hands,
he began pulling her ankles apart to expose her all the more.
Betty did not attempt to resist but turned her head aside with
revulsion as she realized only too well how lewdly she was
exposed. She wanted to kick at him, but felt weak and afraid.
Frank's eyes began at her narrow ankles and slowly moved up her
fully curved calves rippling beneath her sheer nylons, past her
delicately rounded knees to her quivering, beautifully tapering
smooth thighs. The two wide bands, one slightly lighter than the
other, at the top of her stockings emphasized the marble whiteness
of the flesh above them. His lustful gaze traveled up her silken
inner thighs to her coral feminine treasure, a dripping oasis in a
forest of jet-black hair.
"Oh, please!" Betty pleaded, her voice sounding very low and
faraway. "Please, I'm so helpless and ashamed. First, you spank
me and humiliate me in front of all those awful girls! And now
you tie me up and abuse me!"
"Maybe if you had something real big in your mouth, you
couldn't talk so much!" Frank told her in a somewhat-irate voice.
Frank wanted his mouth to travel that same route his eyes had
just taken, and stretched out on the bed at her feet. Leisurely,
he kissed the bow of each pretty sandal and then the cobwebby
nylon just above it. He then began kissing her nylon-clad, fully
curvaceous calves, gradually working his way upward. At the same
time his hands gently caressed her shapely legs from toe to thigh,
massaging and enjoying every lush curve.
"Oh, how can you treat me this way?" Betty whimpered, her
voice filled with self-pity.
"You have beautiful legs, honey!" he told her, ignoring her
protests.
Moving upward, Frank kissed each delicately rounded knee,
letting his lips linger against the tightly stretched nylon. His
hands roamed high up her shimmering thighs, his fingers digging
into the warm quivering flesh. Pushing her legs further apart, he
began moving his face up from her knees along her inner thighs,
thoroughly enjoying the feel of cobwebby nylon against his face.
"How can you torment me like this?" Betty protested,
squirming and writhing against the bonds that held her in place.
Her voice mingled despair with sexual arousal.
"You love it! You know you do!" Frank told her, his lips
reaching the heavier bands of her sheer black stockings.
The pretty young secretary watched helplessly as her
masculine assailant began kissing the incredibly smooth flesh of
her inner thigh just above the tops of her tightly drawn
stockings. Goose bumps formed on her legs and her entire body
stiffened with erotic pleasure. Without being forced to do so,
she was holding her beautiful legs wide open for him.
"Please, untie me!" she begged. "Please, it's so unnatural!
Please, it's just awful to have to lie here while you torment me
and do things to me!"
Taking his time and savoring the murky feminine odors that
wafted into his nostrils, Frank worked his way up the trembling
young woman's lush inner thighs. Stroking the full length of her
thighs with his hands, he began manually exploring her flowering
little pussy. The initial light, tentative strokes produced moans
of excitement and embarrassment, and ripe pungent juices suddenly
began trickling over his fingers.
"Please, don't hurt me! Please! I'm scared!" Betty pleaded,
squirming with a combination of fear and erotic arousal. She
watched with growing dismay as Frank continued moving his face
upward in the direction of her pink, hotly dripping vulva.
"You're not going to ..."
Lightly fingering the slippery, plump pussy lips, Frank
slowly opened them up. Her back arched sharply, Betty bit her lip
and wriggled with helpless vulnerability as he spread open the two
pink juicy petals.
"You have a beautiful cunt!" he told her, whispering the
message into the widely dilated, pink cavern.
"Oh, how can you talk like ..." Betty protested, looking
hotly embarrassed.
Without further ado, Frank buried his face in the wet, gaping
crevice with his tongue extended its full length.
"Ohh!" Betty almost screamed at the lewd assault on her
feminine treasure. Her entire body shuddered convulsively and she
arched her back even more sharply as Frank's sturdy masculine
tongue sliced into the juicy playground and flicked her quivering
little button. Somewhere inside her a dam broke, flooding the
entire area with warm wet feminine dew.
"That's the way, baby! Turn on!" Frank told her, nibbling on
her plump outer lips as he spoke. "I'm going to have you begging
for it!"
"No! No, please!" Betty pleaded. "It's awful to be tied up
like this! Please, I'm scared! Please, it's degrading to have to
lie here while you do anything to me you want!"
Frank's tongue began moving up and down inside the wet pink
furrow in a ticklish and thoroughly tormenting manner. He could
feel her vibrant young body beginning to respond, slowly
surrendering to sexual bliss despite her conscious opposition to
it all. As she squirmed girlishly on the bed, her stockinged legs
brushed against his hard masculine body in a teasing manner.
"Stop, please! Oh, stop, please!" she begged, making one
last effort to ward off the raw physical pleasures to which she
was about to succumb.
"Relax and enjoy it!" Frank told her. "You're going to get
eaten until you just beg to have cock in there instead of my
tongue!"
"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Betty spoke with obvious
distress. "How can you do this to me?"
Frank did not reply but instead resumed tonguing her lush
pink interior, his darting tongue brushing past her nervously
palpitating clitoris and roaming into her watery vaginal orifice.
He could sense that all thoughts of resistance were beginning to
melt under the spell of the magical erotic sensations that were
flowing through her body. One low and faraway sounding moan
followed another, and her pelvis began those instinctive coital
thrusts that betrayed her own inner feelings.
"Please! Please, for the last time!" Betty pleaded, fighting
back tears.
"You love it!" Frank told her. "You're as wet and dewy as
any schoolgirl!"
Once again his tongue ranged deep into the wet juicy groove,
touching off electric sparks as it flicked her quivering clitoris.
Sucking in her feminine juices with loud slurping noises, he
flicked and stabbed at her magic button from various angles. He
could feel the tiny bud responding to his lustful caresses, and it
wasn't long before the highly sensitive membrane was taut with
feminine erectness. A river of feminine juices splashed against
his face as the young woman finally gave way to the overpowering
sexual sensations.
"Oh, please, I can't stand it any longer!" she impulsively
exclaimed. "Go ahead! Go ahead! Please, you're driving me
crazy! My cunt's on fire!"
Frank savored his moment of triumph by lightly skimming his
tongue over her choice inner meat, and then chewing and nibbling
for a few moments on the succulent outer lips. The delicious
feminine aroma assailed his nostrils and signaled her eager
readiness. Her stocking-clad legs were open and drawn up at the
knee, and he could feel the rippling muscles in her inner thighs
quivering with feminine surrender.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Betty pleaded, her voice urgent with
desire. "Fuck me! I can't stand it any longer! I just have to
have cock in there!"
Frank finally drew back to a kneeling position between her
outstretched legs, his red-crested penis rigidly at attention and
his heavily dangling balls swinging freely. Betty stared at the
primitive-looking masculine organs with deep sensuous desire
written all over her hotly flushed face. Her pelvis was twisting
back and forth, exhibiting the damply matted hair surrounding her
hot, wet cunny.
"Fuck me! Please! I need it so bad!" she begged. "Go on!
You wanted me to beg, so I'm begging!"
"Well, beg some more!" Frank told her, relishing his control
over the shapely young secretary.
As he spoke, he spread his knees and began crawling up over
her. His purpose was quite obvious and Betty uttered a cry of
despair.
"No! No! Please! In my cunt!" she begged, tears filling
her eyes. "Please, in my cunt! Not my ..."
He moved forward over the helpless young woman's body until
she was staring upward at his bright red masculine shaft. As he
lowered himself over her, Frank caught his breath sharply as he
suddenly felt his hotly throbbing penis pressing against her warm
face while his balls brushed against her throat. Given no choice
Betty began kissing his turgid, desire-bloated cock, moving from
the sleek, purplish head to his scrotum with moist, sensuous
kisses. Beneath him she felt very small and feminine, and he
could sense the innate submissiveness in her helpless young body.
"Please put it in my cunt!" she begged in a low, pleading
voice. "Please! Please. Oh, please put it in my cunt!"
"Put it in your mouth first!" Frank told her in a commanding
voice.
"All right! All right!" she replied, surrendering without a
whimper.
Her wrists helplessly spread-eagled to the bedposts, the
pretty young secretary lay back on the pillow with her eyes closed
and her pretty mouth open submissively. His weight resting
lightly on her, Frank began moving about on top of her so that her
entire face would come into contact with the bulbous head and
sensitive underside of his throbbing prick. The sleek crown of
his rigid shaft explored her eyes, her cheeks, her forehead, her
hair, her chin and smooth throat. Dripping with female arousal,
Betty squirmed and gasped as he prepared her for the insertion to
follow.
"In my cunt ..." she whispered dreamily.
Once more Frank explored her velvety smooth face with his
hotly throbbing cock, this time concentrating on her eyes.
Tormented by the massive masculine organ and eager to get on with
the proceedings, Betty squirmed about under him with delightfully
feminine wriggles. Once more she began kissing the sleek
underside of his hard, twitching prick, working from base to tip
and concentrating on the wildly throbbing vein that coursed in bas
relief along the lower side. Completing the tour, she once again
lay back on the pillow with her pretty mouth wide open and
expectant.
Frank's turgid brick-hard maleness quickly found the warm,
moist and inviting target. Feeling the full, sensuous lips
encircling the mushroom-shaped crown, he paused for a moment to
savor the deliciously warm, wet sensations that suddenly engulfed
him. Her little tongue instantly went to work. Frank thrust it
in a little further, gradually letting her get accustomed to
having the large slab of meat in her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" Betty's groan was a blend of pleasure and mild
discomfort.
After another brief pause, Frank shoved it in another inch
and waited. In no time, his wildly pulsating joystick was soaking
wet from her saliva, and he began sliding it back and forth just
between her teeth with slow but firm thrusts. Under him he could
feel her soft, highly aroused young body squirming and writhing
with sexual passion, and he could distinctly hear the slurping
sounds as she obediently sucked on his madly throbbing penis.
Pacing himself carefully, he thrust his thick member in a
little further. This time he could feel it scraping against the
roof of her mouth. Betty shuddered and seemed to be trying to say
something, although her well-bloated mouth made the words
incomprehensible. Frank drew back momentarily and then pushed it
forward again. This time the husky shaft went far into her mouth,
nearly to her throat, and he could hear her gulping and gurgling
submissively.
"That's the way, baby!" he told her. "You really want that
big thing in your little box, don't you?"
"Mmmmmm!" Betty's muffled response was highly affirmative.
Frank suddenly drew back, his glistening penis exiting from
her pretty mouth with a loud plop.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Betty burst out, breathless and
squirming. "PLEASE! PLEASE! FUCK ME! PLEASE! COME ON, I'VE
DONE EVERYTHING YOU WANTED!"
With a confident smile on his face, Frank drew back until he
was in a kneeling position between her outstretched legs. Beneath
him he could see her pelvis simply twitching with anxious
expectation. Lowering himself on her helpless body he maneuvered
to align the crown of his rigidly pounding penis with her sopping
wet, pungently perfumed coral slit. The bulb-shaped head cut
through the juicy outer lips and slid past the lust-swollen,
twitching clitoris into her wet vaginal canal. The rigid
masculine saber sliced into the narrow pink tunnel with a virile,
powerful thrust that lifted Betty's hips right off the bed.
"OOOOOHHHH!" Betty squealed as she suddenly found herself
impaled on the thick shaft. Her vibrant young body responded to
the assault with a violent shudder of erotic excitement, and
shapely, stockinged legs coiled tightly around the backs of
Frank's bare legs.
His hotly throbbing penis firmly plugged into the young
woman's deliciously wet, tight vagina, Frank rested on top of her
in commanding fashion. "How do you like having all that meat in
you, baby?" he asked with a confident smile.
"I love it!" Betty admitted, breathless and squirming beneath
him. "Even if you do spank me and tie me up and torment me
something awful, I still love it! Fuck me! I need cock so bad I
could just die!"
Frank began pumping back and forth on top of her bound body
in a relaxed fashion. His strong, masculine body seemed to
overpower her small, yielding form, and she felt delightfully
feminine and dependent under him. She began writhing and twisting
her hips around in a highly sensuous manner, and he recalled how
she had thrown them about during the spanking he had administered
earlier. Even at this early stage of the proceedings, her hotly
eager, wet cunt was sucking and eagerly pulling on his aching
meat, trying to get all of it inside her.
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Betty gasped. "Oh, am I ever hot! I
can't believe my cunt could get this hot!"
His heavily hanging balls slapping against her smooth
feminine flesh, Frank gradually speeded up the cadence. He was
keeping his pelvis down tightly against hers, and she kept
struggling to force herself upwards in response to each surging
stroke. He could feel her tiny but lust-crazed clitoris scraping
eagerly against his slick, aching cock as it rode back and forth
inside her. Her wet, clinging little pussy continually snapped at
him with beautiful little milking movements, and their madly
throbbing organs became locked in a fierce struggle.
"Oh, it feels so gooood! So gooood!" Betty exclaimed. "Your
big cock feels so good! Harder!
Fuck me, harder! Harder!"
Frank's long, iron-hard prick swept back and forth with long
lunges, the thick crown drawing back almost to the vaginal orifice
and then plunging in all the way to the cervix. Hot feminine foam
bubbled up in voluminous quantities, bathing his pounding muscle
with their soothing oils. As the hot, raging fire in her loins
spread through her body, her buttocks tossed and writhed in a
progressively more and more frantic fashion. Despite the weight
he was throwing down on her, she was able to meet him thrust for
thrust, humping her cute and recently spanked posterior high off
the bed.
"Harder! Harder!" she begged breathlessly. Her voice was
hoarse with lewd desires. "Harder! Please! Fuck me till I die!"
This little hellcat can really fuck, Frank thought to
himself. No wonder her roommates wanted her spanked. He began
pumping with rapid, punishing strokes that sent his weight
slamming down against her helpless but wildly tossing body. Her
swollen cuntal lips kept trying to suck him all the way inside
her, and he could feel her rapidly twitching little clitoris
slapping wildly at his surging cock. Her stockinged legs were
coiled about in a tight embrace, the spike heels of her sandals
scraping against his bare legs.
"Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh!" Betty moaned mindlessly. Completely
carried away by the lustful pleasures that she was experiencing,
the attractive young secretary was totally lost in sexual bliss.
"Harder! Harder!" she begged, breathing almost too hard to make
herself understood.
Sensing that his distraught young partner was rapidly
careening toward a wild, mind-blowing orgasm, Frank abandoned all
efforts at self-control. Fucking with almost savage strokes that
sent his madly throbbing, burning penis deep into her lush channel
with each forward thrust, he continually slammed his entire weight
down against her frantically twitching body. The final, almost
brutal, thrust sent his hot, murky masculine fluids bursting into
her vagina with explosive force.
"Oh, my! Oooooohhhhh!" Tormented beyond endurance by the
sexual punishment her beautiful young body had absorbed, Betty
surrendered to an intense orgasm. Convulsed with passionate
spasms that originated in her lust-swollen clitoris and vagina,
the young woman climaxed with ecstatic cries of joy. The deep
vaginal contractions caught Frank's exploding penis in a tight
vise, pulling him far inside her boiling cunt and milking his
thick, hot semen in a hungry, demanding fashion. "Ohh!
Oooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhh! Whaaat a fuck!" she moaned as her
convulsions began to subside.
Breathlessly, the two of them rested on the bed with their
hot bodies still lewdly glued together. Frank made no attempt to
untie her wrists and, for some reason, Betty neglected to ask him
to do so.
"You know," she told him with a bright smile. "I never
realized that a spanking could lead to hot bed sex like this."
"You ought to thank those horny sorority sisters of yours for
setting you up," Frank told her, kissing her lightly on the lips.
The two of them lay quietly for several minutes, and Frank
found himself drifting into a pleasant nap. Suddenly Betty's
young body stiffened with fear.
"Frank, Frank!" she whispered urgently at him. "There's
someone in the living room!"
Chapter 7
Suddenly, Elizabeth had burst through the opened bedroom
door, a drawn gun in her hand!
"Eeek!" Betty screamed, her stockinged legs flailing as she
futilely tried to break loose from the bonds that held her to the
bed.
"Liz!" Frank cried out, embarrassed at having been caught in
the compromising position but, for the moment at least, more
concerned for his own safety.
"What's going on here?" Elizabeth demanded, looking around
warily.
"It's okay, Liz. It's okay," Frank reassured her. "Now put
that gun away before someone gets hurt."
When Elizabeth realized that Frank was completely nude and
that Betty, clad only in her garter belt, stockings and shoes, was
helplessly tied to the bed, she relaxed and put the gun back in
her handbag. "Sorry," she told Frank. "When I realized that she
had sneaked out of the apartment and probably ..." she paused, not
wanting to say too much in front of Betty. "Well, I thought she
might be someone else ... and then I heard what sounded like a
struggle up here ..."
"Okay, okay," Frank told her, beginning to see the humor in
the situation although he realized that Betty might start asking
some questions that wouldn't be easy to answer. "It's not what
you thought at all," he continued. "It's just that Betty felt
that her spanking was insufficient punishment for all of her
misdeeds, and came up here for some additional discipline!" He
gave her a tongue-in-cheek smile as he spoke.
"So I see!" Elizabeth replied, glancing at Betty's spread-
eagled and partly clad body. She tried very hard not to notice
the lusciously pink cuntal slit nestled in the forest of jet-black
hair, and her face became hotly flushed as memories of her recent
Lesbian experience suddenly flooded her consciousness.
"Will someone please tell me what's going on around here?"
Betty demanded, yanking helplessly at the bonds that held her
wrists to the bedposts.
"It's okay, honey," Frank told her. "Liz is an old
girlfriend of mine who has fits of jealousy now and then."
"But I don't understand ..." Betty persisted.
"Don't ask too many questions," Frank told her. "Sometime
I'll explain the whole thing to you."
"Can you at least untie me?" Betty asked, a distinct note of
irritation in her voice.
Instead of replying, Frank got to his feet and took
Elizabeth's handbag from her. Stepping behind her he placed his
hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to allow his face to
brush against her wavy brunette hair. The attractive young woman
stood stiffly, obviously deeply embarrassed and wondering what was
going to happen next. Frank quickly discerned that she was doing
her best to avoid looking at Betty's lush young body, and could
easily guess the thoughts that were running through her head.
"Now you're going to apologize, aren't you?" he asked in a
deliberately quiet voice.
"Am I?" Elizabeth asked, darting a highly embarrassed glance
back over her shoulder.
"Yes," Frank replied. "To both of us!!" He spoke in a quiet
but deliberately salacious tone of voice that left absolutely no
doubt what he meant.
Elizabeth gulped heavily but did not reply.
"Will someone please untie me?" Betty demanded. "This is
embarrassing." The pretty young woman squirmed haplessly on the
bed as she spoke.
Using his hands on her shoulders to propel her forward, Frank
escorted Elizabeth over to the bed. She moved unwillingly but
made no attempt to resist.
"What's going on here?" Betty asked insistently. Unable to
preserve her modesty in any way, the attractive young secretary
blushed scarlet as the two of them looked at her.
"Now you are going to apologize to both of us, aren't you?"
Frank asked quietly.
"Y-yes!" Elizabeth replied with a gulp.
Still not comprehending what they meant, Betty looked
inquisitively from one to the other. "Will someone please tell me
what's going on around here?" she asked. "She comes bursting in
here with a gun and ..."
"It was all a mistake," Frank assured her. "And she's going
to apologize to you for it!"
As he spoke, Frank began undoing the buttons that ran down
the back of Elizabeth's blouse. Her pretty face a bright scarlet
and her eyes averted, the attractive brunette stood quietly in
front of him. The blouse came off, revealing smooth feminine
shoulders and a prettily embroidered white slip worn over a trim
white brassiere.
"You mean she's ..." Betty voice expressed dismay as she
began to catch on.
"That's right!" Frank replied.
It was Betty's turn to gulp, and the cute young secretary
squirmed girlishly on the bed. "Well, gee, I never ..." she
mused. From the way her face lit up, it was quite apparent that
the idea intrigued her.
Frank's hands moved to the side fastener of Elizabeth's dark
skirt. Undoing it, he pulled it down over her buxomly rounded
hips and allowed it to slide down her legs to the floor. Standing
there in her flimsy slip with the outline of her brassiere,
panties and dark brown stockings clearly visible, Elizabeth
stepped out of her skirt and kicked it aside. Running his hands
downward from her shoulders, Frank cupped them momentarily around
her well-filled brassiere and then ran them downward, exploring
the narrow contours of her waist and full, womanly curves of her
hips. From there he ran his hands down her full, tapering thighs
until his fingers reached the embroidered hem of her light slip.
Elizabeth stood blushing prettily as he slowly pulled the
slip up over the top of her brunette head, revealing her shapely,
stockinged legs, shimmering white thighs contrasting vividly with
her black garter belt suspenders, nearly transparent white
panties, smooth tummy, steeply pointed brassiere and soft feminine
shoulders. Her hair became slightly mussed as he extricated the
slip from it.
"Are you thinking about what you're going to be doing for
us?" Frank asked, his hands cupped over her shoulders.
"Y-yes!" Elizabeth admitted. Despite her embarrassment, she
couldn't avoid looking at Betty's lewdly displayed body stretched
out on the bed.
"I don't know ..." Betty sounded a little dubious.
"Oh, don't worry, Liz is an expert when it comes to sticking
pussy!" Frank remarked as he unsnapped the clasp of her brassiere.
"You've had experience, haven't you?" he teased.
"Y-yes!" Elizabeth admitted.
Betty's eyes widened slightly at that admission. Squirming
prettily on the bed, she watched as Liz' brassiere fell away to
expose her lush, full breasts. Still standing behind her, Frank
slid his hands around under her arms and cupped them firmly over
the two plump, pink tipped mounds, molding them into even more
compact globes. He could feel her resilient feminine flesh
thrilling to the masculine contact.
"Now, let's get these little panties off!" he suggested,
running his hands downward and catching them in the elastic
waistband of her panties. He removed the small garment with
maddening slowness, working it off her hips to reveal the dark
brunette vee at the fork of her legs and then dropped to one knee
to finish the job. To ease the task, he slipped off her high-
heeled shoes for her. "There!" he announced as he pulled the
panties from her feet.
Naked except for her black garter belt and dark brown
stockings, Elizabeth stood blushing in front of them with her lush
feminine charms revealed in all their glory. Frank moved over to
an easy chair and seated himself casually with his bare legs well
apart.
"Come here, my dear, and let's show Betty what an expert
cocksucker you are!" Frank told her, a bemused smile on his face.
Elizabeth swallowed hard as she walked over to him. "Please,
it's embarrassing to do something like that in front of someone
else!" she protested, a slight shudder of revulsion going through
her body.
"Don't be such a prude," Frank told her, pointing downward
with one finger.
"Why don't you spank her like you did me?" Betty suggested
from her vantage point on the bed.
Knowing only too well that Frank might be quick to adopt such
a suggestion, Elizabeth promptly sank to her knees between Frank's
outstretched thighs.
"That's more like it!" he complimented her. "Now, give me a
complete tongue job to start off with!"
Her face a blushing crimson, Elizabeth extended her hands and
cupped Frank's bright red balls in them. Keenly aware that Betty
was watching from the bed, she began licking the two heavy,
swollen organs with her small pink tongue. Looking delightfully
shamefaced, she licked them all over until they were glistening
from the effects of her saliva.
"Are you watching this, Betty?" Frank asked to deliberately
torment the blushing fellatrix in front of him.
"Sure am!" Betty replied in a bright voice, grinning at him
from the bed.
Despite the embarrassment of having to perform such a debased
act in front of an onlooker, Elizabeth began to display rising
signs of sexual arousal. Her full breasts rising and falling with
deep breaths, she sucked one red ball part way into her mouth in a
loving fashion and held it there for a few moments, sucking and
tonguing on it simultaneously. She then gave the second ball a
similar treat, working it between her full, ripe lips and then
sucking on it while flicking it with her small tongue.
"Mmmm, you must like that heavy masculine tang!" Frank
remarked.
"Sure do!" Elizabeth admitted, darting a quick glance over at
the bed to see if Betty was watching.
"Put it in your mouth!" Frank told her quietly.
Holding his limp penis upward in one small hand, Elizabeth
meekly slipped the bulbous head into her warm, wet mouth. With
Betty eagerly watching the performance from the bed, the comely
brunette began assaulting the masculine organ with a dual
combination of manual strokes and oral caresses. Sucking and
tonguing the sleek head and flooding the entire area with warm
saliva, she continually pulled and stroked with her smooth hand.
Her efforts quickly began to pay dividends as the flaccid cock
quickly began to expand and harden.
"That's the way, baby!" Frank told her. "Let's see you get
it all the way into your throat!"
Blushing deeply and obviously very much aware that her
efforts were being observed by a highly interested witness,
Elizabeth soon found herself with a mouthful of rock-hard,
pounding prick. The thick, virile lance made her wriggle with
feminine excitement, and the salivary secretions in her mouth were
matched and indeed outdone by the bubbly feminine cream that
smeared her tingling pussy and trickled down her inner thighs.
"Gee!" Betty remarked from her observation post as she
watched her pretty roommate working more and more of Frank's
husky, purplish-hued shaft into her oval-shaped mouth.
"See if you can make it disappear!" Frank told her, his bare
legs hooked comfortably around her kneeling body.
Elizabeth's moan told him that that was impossible.
Occasionally gulping on her rapidly flowing saliva, the attractive
brunette began working more and more of the solid, pounding meat
into her deliciously wet oral cavity. Both Frank and Betty
watched intently as the thick slab of bulky meat gradually began
disappearing between Elizabeth's pink outstretched lips. Frank
felt the mushroom-shaped crown touching the roof of her mouth,
scraping past it as it probed into her throat. Elizabeth's half-
strangled gulp indicated that she couldn't handle any more of it.
"Wow!" Betty exclaimed, her voice mixing admiration with envy
as she observed her kneeling roommate with what must have been at
least five inches of rock hard, pounding cock in her mouth. "I
can't believe she could get it that far into her mouth!" she
added, wriggling prettily on the bed as she spoke.
"Now let's show her what an accomplished fellatrix you are!"
Frank suggested, patting Elizabeth's head gently as he spoke.
Her crimson face straining with the effort to handle so much
hard cock, Elizabeth began moving her head up and down with long,
deliciously sweet sucking movements. Both Frank and Betty watched
with fascination as her pretty brunette head bobbed up and down in
his lap. From time to time, she twisted her head to one side or
the other, allowing his bulging penis to press outward against her
succulently soft inner cheeks. At the same time, her fingers
played softly and teasingly over the throbbing base of his upright
spear.
"That's the way!" Frank told her, watching the sensuous
movements of her full, pink lips as they moved up and down his
hotly throbbing flesh.
Pausing occasionally to swallow her saliva with an audible
gulp, Elizabeth kept moving her hot, eager mouth up and down on
the hotly pulsating masculine organ with rhythmic movements of her
pretty head. Her cheeks collapsing inward as she sucked, she
continually flicked and stabbed with her warm tongue. At times
she darted a quick look over at the bed to see if Betty were
watching her servile performance, and it was readily apparent to
Frank that his kneeling fellatrix was enjoying a masochistic
thrill at having a witness to her sexual subjugation.
"All right," Frank told her, "you've played with that enough
for the time being. Now I want you to go kneel between Betty's
legs and suck her juicy little pussy for her!!"
"Oh, my!" Betty gasped with sheer delight at the suggestion.
Elizabeth drew back and looked up at Frank in an appealing
manner. "Please, Frank, don't make me do that!" she pleaded, her
hands clasped prayerfully in front of her. "Please! It'd be too
embarrassing!"
"Go on!" he told her with an amused laugh. "You know you
secretly want to, anyway!"
Their eyes met and both of them knew that he was telling the
truth. Her face a blushing crimson, Elizabeth slowly got to her
feet and walked over to the bed.
"Gee, I've never been sucked by a girl before!" Betty
exclaimed, wriggling with anticipation. The shapely, raven-haired
young secretary was holding her stockinged legs wantonly open,
fully displaying her dripping coral crevice and the damp, matted
black hair surrounding it. The rippling muscles in her young
loins were repeatedly tensing and flexing in anticipation of the
treat to come.
"Well, it'll be a new experience for you," Frank remarked,
standing beside the bed with his bright red cock as stiff and
crisp as a stick of celery.
Her eyes glued upon her roommate's lewdly exposed pink pussy,
Elizabeth crawled on the bed between Betty's outspread legs.
Looking shamefaced but excited, she leaned forward and skimmed her
warm pink tongue over her lips as the pungent feminine aromas from
Betty's overheated little box assailed her nostrils. Frank
watched the Lesbian ceremony with great interest.
"Here, Betty," he said, grabbing a pillow. "Let me slide
this under your ass."
Hotly flushed and wiggling excitedly, Betty arched her back
to enable Frank to slide the pillow under her. Her cute bottom,
still a bright rose from the spanking that Frank had administered
earlier, glowed prettily as the pillow slid under it. Elevated by
the pillow, Betty's coral groove glittered with feminine dew as
the pretty young secretary awaited the Lesbian treat.
Elizabeth, drinking in Betty's feminine charms with all of
her senses, impulsively leaned forward and planted a moist kiss
squarely upon her pink jewel.
"Ooooohhhh!" Betty gasped, her mouth forming into a pleased
oval. "Hey, that feels good!"
Brushing her own hair back out of her face, Elizabeth
extended her warm pink tongue and began working it up and down the
coral groove. His brick-hard penis pounding with arousal, Frank
watched the Lesbian performance with quiet intensity. Attired in
their garter belts and stockings, the two lovely young women were
a picture of Lesbian depravity as feminine tongue met and loved
feminine genitalia.
"It may be naughty but it's nice!" Betty remarked with a
giggle, squirming her cute bottom happily as Elizabeth's warm
tongue tantalized her pink cuntal slit.
Although she was blushing and obviously embarrassed to the
very depths of her soul, Elizabeth was also thoroughly enjoying
the submissive Lesbian role that she had been assigned. Her
entire body trembled and quivered as she sliced her probing tongue
between the two saucy outer lips, giving herself a sample of the
deliciously juicy treats awaiting her. Using her fingers to pry
open the glittering treasure trove, she formed her lips into a
perfect oval and inserted them into the slippery wet gash. The
highly audible sucking movements that followed quickly caught
Betty's quivering little clitoris in their draft, and the comely
secretary could almost feel her tiny pink bud being sucked into
Elizabeth's mouth.
"Oh! Oh! That's the way to suck my pussy!" Betty exclaimed.
"Wow! I can just feel my clit being pulled into your mouth! I
can just feel it! Wow!"
Wriggling and squirming with provocative movements, Betty bit
her lip and kept taking in deep breaths as Elizabeth taught her
the joys of girl love. Elizabeth's mouth was like a vacuum
cleaner as it sucked out her roommate's feminine honey and
tormented her little clitoris into a rigid, lust-swollen state of
sexual torment. Driven almost frantic by the debased Lesbian
assault, Betty pumped and thrust her hips in a wild bucking
fashion. Her stockinged legs were wrapped around Elizabeth's neck
in a tight coil, giving her no chance to stop to catch her breath.
"Eat me! Suck me! Suck pussy!" Betty cried out. "Oh, my
poor clit is going crazy! Eat me! Only a girl could eat like
that! Oh, suck! Suck!"
Frank could feel his rigid cock aching with sexual torture as
he watched the obscenely beautiful performance in front of him.
Elizabeth's lips were completely covered by Betty's plump outer
folds and her nose was also partly buried in the juicy pink
furrow. The watery sucking sounds were all too audible as
Elizabeth, her cheeks collapsing almost together, drank in the
cascading waterfall of feminine juices. Betty's pelvis was
jerking back and forth with quick, jerky movements that lifted her
hips right up off the bed.
"It's about time I joined this party!" Frank suddenly
announced, unable to endure his spectator role any longer.
His elongated, blood-swollen prick pounding with desperate
urgency, he climbed on the bed behind Elizabeth's kneeling form
and grabbed her waist.
"Mmmmmm!" Elizabeth moaned. Quite unsure what opening he
would avail himself of, the attractive brunette found herself in a
torment of fear and anticipation. Their lithe muscles flexing and
puckering wildly, her beautiful buttocks cringed at the expected
assault.
"I ought to put it in your ass!" Frank told her, observing
her anxiety and amusing himself at her expense.
"Mmmmmm!" Elizabeth tried to protest without for a moment
denying herself the tasty pleasures of Betty's steaming little
box, and as a result her moans conveyed no intelligible message.
Pausing for a moment to enjoy her torment to the fullest,
Frank finally guided his madly throbbing manhood toward her gaping
vaginal orifice. He could feel the surging sense of relief that
poured through her body when she realized he had selected the
normal target. Holding her by the waist to keep her in position,
Frank rammed his rigid, almost painfully aching prick into the
pink tunnel.
"Mmmmmm!" Elizabeth moaned ecstatically as the rock-hard cock
suddenly dilated her hot, eager vagina to its full capacity. Her
feminine juices were flowing in copious quantities, soaking his
pounding ramrod in their hot oils, and her buxom, satiny hips
began churning with coital thrusts.
"Suck me! Oh, suck me!" Betty gasped, completely caught up
in the throes of her first Lesbian experience. "Oh, eat me! I
love it! Can you taste my clit in your mouth? Can you taste it?
Oh, it feels so good!"
With his madly pulsating masculine shaft buried deep in
Elizabeth's clinging, slippery vagina, Frank leaned forward over
her back and cupped her lushly dangling breasts in his firm hands.
The two heavy mounds quickly became stiffly taut with erotic
tension as his fingers massaged and caressed them. As he began
pumping dog-fashion, he could feel her quivering, lust-charged
clitoris scraping and slapping against his surging maleness.
"How do you like this?" he asked, although he did not expect
an answer.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Elizabeth moaned. Caught in the middle of
the sexual threesome, the voluptuous young brunette found herself
assaulted with an almost bewildering variety of sexual pleasures.
Betty's glorious little pussy filled her mouth with delicious
feminine nectar, and Elizabeth strove valiantly to get that
throbbing little button into her mouth. At the same time, Frank's
pile-driving prick was driving her overheated vagina into a
frenzy, while his husky masculine hands tormented her throbbing,
rigid breasts. The variety of sexual sensations had a cumulative
effect, raising her levels of erotic awareness to heights that she
had never scaled before.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" Betty exclaimed rapturously. "My
pussy's in heaven. I can't believe it! I'm going to cum! I'm
going to cum!"
Realizing that his two feminine partners were reaching their
sexual peaks, Frank bucked and plunged his wildly aching prong
into Elizabeth's juicy vagina like a jackhammer. Draped down over
her back, his hands continually clawed and twisted at her
tormented breasts to tantalize her all the more. Her oven-hot
snapping and puckering at its masculine intruder, the sexually
abandoned young woman threw her hips around in a wild, grinding
motion much like a burlesque dancer's gyrations.
"I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cummmmmiiiinnnnggg!" Betty's delirious
scream was almost bloodcurdling. Totally beside herself, the
distraught young woman flipped her hips up like a fish out of
water, spraying Elizabeth's face with her heady female cum.
Caught in the vise of Betty's clinging thighs, Elizabeth
drank in the pungently flavored juices with loud slurps.
"Mmmmmm! Ooooohhhh! Ohh! Mmmmmm! Ooohhh!" The ecstatic
sounds of feminine sexual pleasure came from both young women, and
Frank could not distinguish between them.
Holding himself back as long as he could, Frank finally drove
his pounding cock deep into Elizabeth's inner recesses and went
off like a cannon. As the thick hot cum blasted into her,
Elizabeth arched her back sharply and Frank could feel her cuntal
muscles coiling tightly around his exploding prick. With the
effect of a vacuum she began sucking him all the way into her,
squeezing his discharging penis as though it had been caught in a
powerful milking machine.
"Mmmmmm!" Caught in the crossfire of the masculine and
feminine climaxes, Elizabeth experienced the most intense orgasm
of the threesome. Ignited by the sparks from her hotly burning
clitoris, a powerful sexual explosion racked her entire body and
sent waves of electric pleasure coursing through her entire being.
Collapsing breathlessly on the bed, the shapely young brunette
fought to recover her sanity. "Wow, I can't believe it! I can't
believe it!" she kept repeating over and over again.
"Wow, that was really something!" Betty exclaimed when at
last Frank untied her wrists. "Boy, when I got spanked this
afternoon, I sure didn't think it would lead to this! But I still
don't understand the connection between you two, and why Liz came
charging in here with a gun." The pretty young secretary looked
understandably puzzled.
"Well, I can't explain it to you just now," Frank told her.
"The two of us will just have to bribe you to keep your mouth shut
about the whole thing."
"Bribe?" Betty asked. "What are you talking about?"
"If you'll just keep your mouth shut," Frank said.
"Elizabeth and I, or both of us, will suck your pussy or do
anything you say for the duration, and I mean anything. Okay?"
A smile spread across Betty's face. "Well, a girl couldn't
beat a deal like that, could she?" she replied with a teasing
glance, first at one and then at the other.
"It's a deal then?" Frank asked.
"Sure!" she replied brightly. Leaning back on her elbows
with her stockinged legs lasciviously spread, she grinned at them.
"Now which one of you wants to go first?" she asked.
Chapter 8
The disciplinary system inaugurated with Betty's spanking
quickly swung into full effect. Just two nights later another
roommate Linda, a pretty, bespectacled brunette in her mid-
twenties, became the second victim. Crying almost hysterically
and in a state of near collapse, Linda went to her fate over
Frank's capable lap. Once again everyone was treated to the sight
of a comely young Washington secretary being totally bared and put
through her paces with a good, crisp spanking that left her
buttocks a blazing scarlet and reduced her to distraught sobs. At
the conclusion of the bottom-warming, her fragile panties were
declared forfeit and Frank undertook the not unpleasant
responsibility of removing them himself.
As he suspected, the freshly spanked young secretary eagerly
followed him to his apartment afterward, like a puppy who had
found its master. Linda proved to be so sex-starved, so man-
hungry, so horny that neither took time to disrobe. Holding her
black punishment jumper up over the top of her garter belt, Linda
backed against a wall and Frank took her in a standing position
with her stockinged legs coiled tightly about him.
The following afternoon Frank met with Elizabeth to discuss
strategy.
"Since you've eliminated Betty as a suspect, that leaves only
Jean, right?" Elizabeth asked.
"Apparently so," Frank replied.
"Well, she won't be so easy to trap in your little spanking
game," Elizabeth told him.
"Oh, why's that?" Frank asked. "It seems to me that all you
girls are getting turned on by the idea."
"Well, most of them think it's kind of wild and sexy,"
Elizabeth admitted. "But not Jean. She's the one girl who makes
sure she never violates a single rule."
Frank was thoughtful for a moment. "Well, in that case we
might arrange to have the two of you caught in a Lesbian embrace.
That ought to serve as sufficient justification for the two of you
to be spanked."
"What?" Elizabeth flared. "Do you think I'm going to let
those girls catch me ..." She was too indignant to finish the
sentence.
"It's part of your job," he reminded. "Besides," he added
with a touch of malice, "you've been showing some distinctly
bisexual trends lately."
Elizabeth glared at him. "That's not the point," she told
him. "The point is that it would be just too embarrassing for all
those girls to catch me doing something like ... like that."
"After this little venture, you'll never see these girls
again," Frank told her. "Now let's do it like this. You tell the
other girls that you're planning a surprise party for Jean.
That'll give you a chance to be alone with Jean, and the others
can walk right in on you. I'll be with them and I'll have Jean's
bare ass on view before she knows what's happening."
"All right," Elizabeth accepted the plan quietly. "It'll
take several days to set it up and I suppose in the meantime you
can continue your disciplinary activities." There was a slight
trace of sarcasm in her voice.
"I told you the girls would all go for the idea," Frank
reminded her.
Go for it they did. As plans for the surprise party began to
develop, the third and fourth culprits met their fate on
successive evenings. The third was a comely redheaded secretary
in her late-twenties, whose name was Monica. She had been
convicted of neglecting her share of the apartment chores. The
fourth victim was Cheryl, a blonde, sweater-girl type in her
early-twenties. She had been convicted of borrowing stockings,
panties and other items of personal apparel from her roommates
without permission.
The two spankings followed the procedure that had now become
well established. When Frank arrived on the scene, each girl was
standing in the corner attired in the standard punishment uniform
of white blouse, short black jumper, black stockings and high-
heeled black sandals. Surrounded by her grinning, smirking
roommates each girl was turned over Frank's knee in the
traditional but juvenile position.
The girl's jumpers were turned back to reveal shapely legs
outlined in black stockings, bare white thighs crossed by their
tautly pulled black garter belt suspenders, and clinging black
panties that fit their rotund posteriors to perfection. In each
case the panties were slowly and almost reverently lowered to
reveal quivering feminine buttocks flexing in anxious expectation
of the spanking to come.
The spankings were classics. In writing to her best friend
back home, Monica described her ordeal--
Of course, as you would know, all seven roomies were there to
savor my humiliation.
Although I tried to put up a brave front, I was simply quaking
when Mr. Hopkins swung me face down over his lap as if I was a
naughty schoolgirl instead of a twenty-eight-year-old secretary.
As my short jumper was drawn back to reveal my precious nylons,
bare white thighs, and black panties and garter belt, I closed my
eyes and tried to pretend that it really wasn't happening to me.
But there was just no way I could blot out all those snickers,
giggles, titters, smirks and so on from my assembled roommates.
I'll have to admit that I had been one of the most enthusiastic
advocates for spanking the other girls, and they were all just
dying to see me take my medicine.
Then came the total indignity of having my panties slowly
stripped down inside out by capable masculine hands!!! Believe
me, there's just no way to adequately describe the total
humiliation of being completely bared before an audience like
that, and by a Man! I just wanted to shrivel up and sink through
the floor. And, oh! how my roomies all smirked and giggled and
acted ever so smug us they observed me lying there in total
disgrace with my girlishly plump buttocks sticking up obscenely
bare! Although I ever so desperately wanted to hold still, I just
couldn't refrain from puckering shamefully in anticipation of the
red hot punishment my poor bottom was going to have to absorb.
And then it happened! My precious, tender bare bottom that
no man had ever dared touch suddenly and abruptly received its
baptism by fire from a sturdy masculine hand!!
OOOHHH!!! Mr. Hopkins' palm felt as if it were traveling ninety
miles an hour each time it crashed against my sensitive posterior,
completely flattening my cheeks with a deafening splat! Believe
me, I was no heroine about it. I simply screamed and kicked my
nylon-clad legs back and forth as if I had invented some new kind
of dance. And I simply had to yank and jerk my burning hips
around frantically on his lap, although I knew from watching the
other girls how much I was exposing myself.
Oh, what an experience!! My full, woman's hips burned and
prickled and itched with a hot burning heat that made each fresh
smack absolute anguish. I cried hot salty tears that blinded my
vision and ran down my cheeks. My pride totally destroyed, I
begged like a little baby to have my bottom spared from that
burning anguish. And through it all, my seven roomies just
smirked and giggled and enjoyed themselves as only a bunch of
girls can do.
When it was over, my poor bottom was simply a sheet of flame
and I was totally breathless and sobbing hard. As usual, Mr.
Hopkins proceeded to collect my panties as a souvenir. Then I was
sent to the corner where I stood bare-bottomed, burning and
disgraced! Can you imagine such a thing, at my age?"
In characteristic feminine fashion, Monica omitted a few
details that might have given her friend a truer picture of her
experiences. For example, how she had gone to Frank's apartment
afterwards with her bottom burning furiously and had simply begged
for the privilege of putting his big, beautiful cock in her mouth.
How she had gotten down on her knees and had taken that rock-hard
banana out of his pants herself. How she had eagerly and joyously
taken his climax in her mouth, and without even pausing to catch
her breath had then sucked furiously to produce another pounding
erection. How he had thereupon administered an almost-brutal dog-
style fucking until she had cum several times and nearly swooned
with ecstasy. And how she had begged for more afterwards.
Cheryl's post-spanking behavior involved similar patterns of
sexual hysteria, although the details were somewhat different. In
the privacy of Frank's apartment, the cute young blonde, still
sniffling from the effects of the spanking, had brazenly turned up
her deeply scarlet, furiously burning bottom and just begged to be
sodomized! Although visibly surprised by the request, Frank was
more than willing to oblige and the walls of the apartment shook
with the comely young woman's masochistic screams as his thick,
pulsating shaft violated her incredibly tight anal canal. The
surging anal intercourse that followed would have brought an
admiring gleam to the eye of the Marquis de Sade. Grinding and
twisting her bright red buttocks in a savage dance of pain and
ecstasy, the distraught young secretary enjoyed an intensely
masochistic climax as Frank's hot, virile semen spurted deep into
her narrow channel.
* * *
Two nights later Frank received his next spanking assignment.
This time there were two victims who were to be punished
simultaneously. The first was platinum-haired, buxom Donna, whose
ex-officio position as ringleader had not spared her from
conviction for the heinous offense of stealing another girl's
date. The second was a long-legged brunette secretary whose name
was Lois. She had been convicted of various offenses, including
monopolizing the telephone and stealing cigarettes.
"Well, we've got a pair of them for you tonight!" Elizabeth
told him with a wink when he arrived on the scene. As she spoke,
she pointed to the wall where the two miscreants were standing
with their backs to the others.
The two of them were dressed in the standard punishment
outfit. Lois, the taller and leggier of the two, looked the more
juvenile in her short pleated jumper, but both of them looked
highly appealing as they stood with their blushing faces to the
wall. Neither of them could quite hold still and the sight of the
two fully grown young women wriggling their anxious bottoms in
anticipation of their spankings required Frank to exercise a
conscious effort to refrain from achieving an erection.
"Which one are you going to spank first?" Betty asked. She
and her other five roommates were all awaiting the session with
expectant smiles on their faces.
"Let's do things a little differently tonight," he suggested.
As he spoke, he took two plain wooden chairs and placed them
side by side in the middle of the room.
"Are you going to spank them both at the same time?" Linda
asked, giggling at the prospect.
"Okay, girls," Frank addressed the victims. "Let's bend over
the backs of these chairs.
"Come on. No stalling!" one of the girls warned.
Blushing and wriggling with a girlish naughtiness that made
them look and feel all the more juvenile, the two blushing victims
moved over to the chairs. Both of them kept their eyes lowered
and Frank noticed that their pretty, nylon-clad knees were on the
verge of buckling. As he motioned for them to bend over, the two
of them bent over the backs of the chairs and grabbed the seats
with their hands. Standing slightly to their rear, Frank watched
appreciatively as their black jumpers rode up to reveal an
additional expanse of black nylon.
"Mmmm, this is going to be interesting!" a feminine voice
remarked behind him as the six innocent roommates lined up to
watch and enjoy the proceedings. As usual, the onlookers were in
a gleeful mood, the type that can only occur when females are
privileged to see a fellow member of their sex punished.
"Why don't you get it over with?" Lois burst out, looking
back over her shoulder.
Her anxiety produced an amused laugh from her roommates.
"Lois, you're really going to need a pillow to sit on after
this," one of them told her.
Stepping behind her, Frank grasped the hem of her jumper and
began pulling it up quite slowly. There were giggles and mock
whistles of admiration from the on-looking girls as the pleated
garment came up to reveal long, shapely legs in clinging, full
fashioned black nylons, black garter belt suspenders standing out
vividly against carnation-white thighs and generously
proportioned, girlishly plump buttocks encased in snug-fitting
black panties. Frank carefully pulled the jumper up until bare
flesh was visible above the tops of her panties, and then stopped
for an admiring glance before moving over to his second victim.
Blushing furiously and trembling with embarrassment, Donna
said nothing as Frank grasped the hem of her jumper and began the
task of unveiling her spank spot. Again there were titters and
mock whistles of admiration as shapely legs attired in black
stockings came into view, followed by quivering white thighs and
rotund feminine buttocks encased in sheer black panties. Frank
licked his lips as he gazed at the twin pairs of panty-clad
bottoms quivering anxiously as their owners awaited correction.
"Why don't you hurry up and get it over with?" Donna
protested, her face a bright scarlet as she glanced back over her
shoulder.
The protest only served to draw some amused giggles from the
onlookers. As usual when a spanking was upcoming, the girls were
talking among each other in an amused undertone of great
expectation. Occasional words like "big" and "hot" could be
overheard by the anxious victims.
As might be expected, Frank conducted the panty-lowering
ceremonies with deliberate slowness, grasping the elastic
waistbands with both hands and pulling them down inside out until
they formed a ring around the wearer's thighs just above her
stocking tops. Lois' panties came down first and the long-legged
brunette, blushing as red as a beet and blinking back tears of
shame, trembled haplessly as her fully rounded, pink-white
feminine buttocks came into view for all to see. Donna's turn
came next and the attractive platinum blonde could not conceal her
deep humiliation as her curvaceously rounded, buxom hips were
exposed before everyone.
"Wow, look at that!" one of the girls remarked at sight of
the two upturned pairs of plump, rounded bare bottoms awaiting
correction. There were similar comments from the other girls, all
of whom were obviously intrigued by the two quivering targets.
Once again words like "big" stood out in the undertone of excited
conversation.
Their stockinged knees almost buckling under them at times,
the two pretty secretaries had no choice but to endure the full
humiliation of having everyone's eyes fastened on their upturned
and completely vulnerable spank spots. Both of them remembered to
hold their legs together to minimize their exposure as much as
possible, but a hint of girlish treasure was still quite visible
at the fork of their legs.
"Hurry up! For heaven's sakes!" Lois cried out, obviously
unable to stand the tension much longer.
Watched by the grinning girls behind him, Frank stood behind
Lois and drew his right hand back.
Whack!
Frank's hand smacked lustily against the exposed feminine
target.
"OW!" Lois yelped, her brunette head snapping back and long
legs buckling at the knee.
The watching girls snickered and some of them clapped their
hands with delight.
Whack!
The second smack landed on the opposite cheek.
"Oww! Oh!" Lois squealed, one hand reaching back to protect
herself.
"Take your hand away!" Frank warned as he moved on to the
next victim.
Her pretty bottom puckering obscenely, Donna miserably
awaited her fate. Frank paused and slowly brought his hand back.
Splat!
Frank's masculine hand landed on tender feminine flesh with a
loud report.
"Eeek!" Donna squealed, her blonde curls flying as her head
snapped back.
Her reaction produced gales of laughter from her assembled
roommates.
Splat!
Frank's capable palm smacked lustily against her other
quivering mound.
"Ow! Not so hard!" Donna cried out, squirming prettily and
looking back with a worried look on her blushing face.
All four mounds were displaying a light flush from the
introductory smacks.
Smack! Splat!
Frank began applying the second round of spanks to the
upturned targets. The feminine squeals and wriggles that
invariably followed each noisy smack produced the expected
reaction from the on-looking girls, all of whom were enjoying
themselves immensely at their roommates' expense.
Smack! Splat! Smack!
Frank applied the third round of spanks, giving each of the
four cheeks a crisp whack that momentarily flattened it. By this
time both victims were crying and wriggling furiously as the
temperature in their bottoms began to soar. Frank took his time
about it, fully enjoying the aesthetic advantages of watching two
lush feminine spank spots, framed by black garter belts and
stockings, turning rosy pink and then bright red.
"Look how red they're getting!" one of the girls remarked in
a voice the victims could clearly hear. Others joined in with
similar remarks.
Smack! Splat! Whack!
Frank moved up and down behind the two suffering girls,
giving each plump globe individual treatment. As the building
bonfires in their backsides made each fresh spank that much more
painful, the two young women sang an impromptu soprano duet of
pain and shame. Reddening feminine buttocks twisted furiously and
sandaled feet stamped helplessly against the floor. Their hot
tears spoiling their make up, the two of them occasionally looked
back over their shoulder with appeals for mercy.
"Ouch, oh, no, not so hard!" Donna pleaded in an anguished
voice. "Please! Ow!"
"Ouch! Oh, no! Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo!" Lois sang the
cabaletta to the aria that Donna had begun. "Oh, no! Please,
please!"
The two miserable girls received no sympathy from their
assembled roommates. Indeed, as their quivering buttocks turned a
flaming crimson, they were only too well aware of their roommates'
amused titters, giggles and cutting remarks. Some of the comments
were quite devastating.
Whack! Smack!
Frank began moving at a faster pace, his hand smacking like a
paper bag popping each time it came into contact with tender
feminine flesh. His hand ranged from stocking tops to garter
belts, and he made some effort to achieve an equally scarlet tone
to all the affected areas. At times the suffering girls had to be
forcibly restrained from reaching back to protect their blazing
spank spots, and the two of them constantly yanked and jerked
their scarlet bottoms in anguish. It was readily apparent that
neither of them would be able to sit comfortably for several days.
"Pleeeese! Pleeeese!" Lois begged, her long legs sagging
weakly under her.
"Eeek! Ouch! Pleeeese!" Donna joined her. "Please! I'm on
fire!"
Slowly and methodically, Frank applied the final four swats
to the girls' upturned posteriors. Each new application produced
a pained shriek and furious wriggles, and the two comely
secretaries sobbed and pleaded throughout.
"Ouch! Oh, please! Ow! I can't stand it! Ouch! Oh! Oh,
God, please stop! Oooh!" Donna shrieked hoarsely as the final
smacks descended against her burning bottom.
"Ooohhh! Ouch! Oh! Pleeeese! Pleeeese! Ow! Owwww!
Ouch! Stop!" Lois howled in anguish as Frank applied the final
smacks with crisp, wrist-snapping strokes.
At last the ordeal came to an end. Sobbing and nearly in
hysterics, Donna and Lois sagged weakly over the backs of the
chairs as Frank bent down to remove their panties. As he
straightened up afterward, he paused to enjoy one final glimpse at
the sight of the two sobbing young women with their flaming
buttocks jackknifed up higher than the rest of their bodies.
Winking at the amused bystanders, he stuffed the two pairs of
panties into his pockets.
"Wow, you two are going to be sitting on real soft pillows
for the next few days" he heard one of the girls remark as he
departed.
As he retreated to his apartment, Frank wondered which one of
the two girls would show up first. The answer was not long in
forthcoming. In about ten minutes, he heard something of a
commotion outside his door.
"I was here first!" he heard Donna say in an angry voice.
"No, you weren't, you hussy!" a voice that obviously belonged
to Lois replied.
When he opened the door, Frank found himself facing an
imminent catfight. Their tear-stained, hotly flushed faces
strained with anger, the two of them appeared to be on the verge
of an all-out hair-pulling match.
"Here, here, girls," Frank told them. "Come in before you
get us all arrested for disturbing the peace."
Darting angry glares at one another, the two young women
entered the apartment.
"I was here first!" Donna told him with some vehemence.
"No, she wasn't either!" Lois asserted.
"Girls, there's plenty for both of you!" Frank told them with
a laugh.
"Both of us?" they spoke almost in unison.
"Right," Frank told them, seating himself comfortably in his
easy chair. "Now, just follow instructions. Donna, you kneel
between my legs and see what you find there! And Lois, you stand
in the middle of the room and do a striptease for me!"
The two young women looked at each other and then smiled.
"Okay!" they both agreed.
A moment later platinum-haired Donna was on her knees in
front of him, a hot blush on her pretty face as she began opening
Frank's fly for him. His penis was already beginning to swell in
anticipation of the pleasures to come. As Lois watched eagerly
from over her shoulder, Donna hauled the masculine organ out into
the open. Surrounded by her soft hand, the supple pleasure tool
quickly filled with blood and expanded to reveal its true
dimensions. The rock-hard shaft produced almost drooling gasps of
admiration from the two apparently sex-starved secretaries, and
Donna's hot, wet mouth quickly encircled the mushroom-shaped crown
with an almost desperate eagerness.
"All right, Lois, on with the show!" Frank told her.
Leaning back to thoroughly enjoy Donna's oral caresses, Frank
watched as Lois began her striptease. Sitting very gingerly on
her freshly spanked bottom, the pretty brunette crossed first one
long leg and then the other as she removed her high-heeled
sandals. Standing up, she slipped out of her black jumper. She
had not replaced the panties she had forfeited earlier and Frank
found himself confronted by the unusual combination of white
blouse, black stockings and garter belt. The tuft of rich
brunette hair at the apex of her thighs was glistening with a dewy
wetness that was full of promise.
As Donna's busy tongue and mouth tantalized his throbbing
cock, Frank watched Lois peel off her white blouse to reveal a
pink half-bra that was steeply packed with feminine pulchritude.
Blushing prettily, she unsnapped the bra and quickly tossed it
aside, allowing her melony, rose-capped breasts to tumble out in a
saucy, provocative manner. Moving over to watch Donna displaying
her talents as a fellatrix, Lois did not bother to remove her
black garter belt and sheer black stockings. The dark garments
made a vivid contrast with her milk-white body.
"Come on, Donna, don't be such a pig!" Lois exclaimed in a
petulant tone of voice. "I want to suck some of that meat, too!"
"Right! Share and share alike, girls!" Frank told them.
"Well, okay," Donna agreed. Looking prettily flushed, the
attractive blonde got to her feet.
Lois quickly replaced her roommate between Frank's legs.
Forming her pretty mouth into a wide oval, she promptly thrust it
over the bulbous, purplish crown of Frank's upthrust and wildly
pounding prick. As her mouth and tongue went to work with almost
frantic urgency, it was readily apparent that she possessed
considerable talents as a fellatrix. Leaning back comfortably in
his seat, Frank watched appreciatively as her brunette head began
bobbing up and down in his lap.
Standing directly in front of him, Donna began her
striptease. Obviously quite stimulated by the tangy taste of hard
cock in her mouth, the bosomy blonde was in no mood to waste time
in disrobing. Shoes, black punishment jumper, white blouse,
brassiere, black stockings and garter belt quickly came off in
that order, and Frank found himself gazing at her lush young body
as Lois' mouth and tongue continued to work their magic on him.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Frank suggested. "The three of
us ought to be able to work out some interesting combinations
together!"
"Okay!" both agreed.
With their cute bottoms still a bright scarlet from the spankings
that he had administered, the two curvaceous young women eagerly
accompanied him into the bedroom. Frank quickly stretched out
supine on the bed, and his two feminine companions piled on the
bed along with him.
"Here, Frank, I want you to kiss my bottom better for me!"
Lois told him.
Frank watched as the long-legged brunette turned her back to
the head of the bed, and then knelt astride his supine body with
her stockinged knees next to his shoulders. Suddenly, he found
himself gazing up between her long, satiny smooth thighs into the
enticing coral groove which was partially obscured by a heavy
underbrush of luxuriant brunette hair. From his position, he was
clearly aware of the vivid redness of the feminine buttocks that
he had just spanked so soundly.
"Okay, watch out!" Lois told him with a laugh, slowly
spreading her long legs apart and lowering her feminine charms
against his face.
As the somewhat-ticklish hairs brushed against his face and
his nose easily fitted into the crevice of her wide feminine hips,
Frank found his lips pressing against the moist outer folds of her
lush vulva. Slowly but firmly, Lois dropped her weight down on
his face, blocking off his vision and giving him no choice but to
breathe in her deliciously pungent feminine aromas. Trapped
beneath her wriggling buttocks, Frank began working his tongue up
and down the pink slippery crease, working it between the plump
lips as far as he could.
As he orally caressed Lois' dripping pussy in the difficult
but intriguing manner, Frank soon felt Donna's warm mouth and
friendly tongue going to work on his wildly throbbing and stiffly
erect penis. The luscious platinum blonde gave it a thorough
tongue washing, and then eagerly slipped it into her mouth.
Working the blood-distended and pounding muscle into her wet oral
cavity to an almost breath-taking depth, she began sucking on it
in a loving manner.
"Wow, this is great!" exclaimed Lois, who was the only member
of the threesome who was in position to speak at the moment.
Teased by Frank's probing tongue, the long-legged brunette
began grinding her buxom, spank-reddened hips around on his face
in a semi-circular fashion. Wet, pungent feminine fluids dripping
down over his face and seeping into his mouth, Frank rapidly
worked his tongue back and forth inside the deliciously wet
groove. His nose tightly pressed into the valley between her
buttocks, he could scarcely breathe.
At the same time, blonde Donna excitedly sucked and nibbled
on his throbbing and aching masculine joystick. Her busy little
mouth moved back and forth on the thick, desire-bloated muscle
with expert movements, while her capable fingers toyed with his
heavily dangling balls and the lower portions of his madly
throbbing penis.
"Oh, I'm going to cum! I just know I'm going to cum!" Lois
cried out in an excited voice. Letting her weight rest entirely
on Frank's face, the shapely, stocking-clad brunette wriggled her
plump hips around with rapidly jerking movements. Feminine fluids
poured over Frank's face like a warm spring thunderstorm, and he
could feel her lust-swollen clitoris twitching violently. "I'm
cummmmmiinnngg!" Lois cried out exultantly, bouncing her bottom
happily up and down on Frank's face.
Tormented beyond further endurance by the two young women,
Frank thrust his hips with a forceful shove and began squirting
his thick, murky semen into Donna's waiting mouth with warm
gushes. Donna eagerly smacked her lips as the warm milky fluid
splashed against the insides of her mouth. Drawing back she held
the mouthful of masculine cream in her mouth as long as she could,
swallowing it very slowly.
"Here, let me have a taste of it!" Lois pleaded, dismounting
from her position on Frank's face.
Frank watched as the two kneeling women, their bright pink
tongues touching, transferred a white blob of semen from one mouth
to the other.
"Hmmmm, that does taste good!" Lois remarked.
"Let's trade places!" Donna suggested, smiling at Frank as
she spoke.
Allowing their masculine companion only a moment to catch his
breath, the two attractive young women quickly exchanged places.
Almost before he realized what was happening, Frank found Donna
kneeling astride his face with her wet little muff pressed down
tightly against him. At the same time, long-legged Lois stretched
out at right angles to his body and quickly produced another
pounding erection with her wet, hot mouth. As Donna ground her
pussy into his face, Frank employed his tongue on her quivering
clitoris to bring her to a climax, while at the same time Lois'
pretty mouth produced a similar result on his throbbing prick.
"Wow, I never thought a spanking would get me that turned
on!" Donna remarked breathlessly as the three of them stretched
out on the bed afterwards.
"Me, neither," Lois added. "What do we do next?"
"Well, I think you'll have to count me out," Frank told them.
"Oh, no, you can still suck!" Donna told him with a knowing
smile.
"And kiss better the bottoms you spanked so hard!" Lois
added.
The two young women playfully rolled over to show him their
bright red bottoms.
Chapter 9
By this time six of the eight roommates had been on the
receiving end of Frank's bare-hand-on-bare-bottom discipline. As
a result, there were six very attractive young women who had
learned at first hand, so to speak, of the erotic connotations of
good old-fashioned spanking. This, coupled with the acute wartime
manpower shortage, resulted in considerable competition for
Frank's unique services, and he found himself enjoying one heated
bedroom adventure after another.
He was so occupied, in fact, that there were times when he
almost lost sight of his basic mission. The party that he and
Elizabeth were trying to arrange for Jean was proving difficult to
arrange. Jean, whom they were now sure was Erica in disguise, was
becoming more wary with each passing day, and the quasi-Lesbian
relationship Elizabeth had developed with her was beginning to
taper off. Moreover, Jean was spending long hours away from the
apartment, and efforts to trail her always seemed to meet with
frustration.
However, he was not too concerned about the matter. He had
notified the appropriate authorities of his suspicions about Jean,
and was sure that she was being fed only harmless or inaccurate
information. When the invasion of Normandy went off without a
hitch in June of 1944, he relaxed on the assumption that no Nazi
spy would be able to accomplish a great deal after that. Yet he
found himself with a lingering curiosity to find out if Jean was
really Erica Schmidt, the young German girl with whom he had had
an affair in what now seemed the distant past. He soon had his
answer.
* * *
One afternoon following a pleasant spanking and sex session
with one of the girls, he decided to take a brief nap. It was
quite warm and he was still naked as he stretched out on the bed
and drifted off to sleep. After what seemed like several hours a
slight noise awakened him. As he drowsily came to his senses, he
suddenly realized that he was tied to the bed!!
"What the ..." he cried out, instantly becoming fully awake.
He was tied face down by the wrists and elbows in a spread-eagle
position. As he yanked futilely at the ropes that held him
prisoner, he became aware that someone was standing at the foot of
the bed. Erica!
"So we meet again!" she told him, deliberately speaking with
a chopped German accent.
"I don't understand, Jean," Frank spoke quickly, pretending
not to recognize her. "What is this? Some kind of game?"
"Some kind of game, ja?" she taunted, stepping around to the
side of the bed where he could see her easier.
Frank's heart skipped a beat when he saw the gun in her hand,
and his wrists pulled futilely at the ropes that held him to the
bed.
"Some kind of a game, ja?" she repeated, once again
deliberately speaking in a German accent.
"I still don't understand," Frank continued to feign
ignorance.
"You know who I am!" Erica told him. "When you first came
here, I didn't think you were after me. But then the other day I
found out that someone had tipped them off about me, and they've
been giving me useless information for months. And that could
only have been you!" She brandished the gun in a threatening
manner as she spoke.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Frank persisted.
Trying not to be obvious about it, he kept working to loosen the
ropes at his wrists. However, they had been tied quite tightly
and the task seemed hopeless. Knowing that Erica had no intention
of letting him escape alive, Frank felt his hopes sinking.
"But it was really your girlfriend who gave you away," Erica
went on.
"Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Frank replied, trying to
conceal his rising sense of terror.
"You know who," Erica replied contemptuously. "Elizabeth!
That fake Lesbian you've had sniffing after me for months! She
got a little careless talking to some of the other girls, and I
put two and two together!"
Becoming more desperate, Frank jerked against the bonds that
held him helpless. "Look, Erica," he protested, instantly
realizing his mistake.
"Ah, so you do know my name!" she flashed a knowing smile at
him.
"Okay, Erica," he spoke breathlessly and quickly. "Don't get
yourself involved in a murder. The war's almost over. If you
turned yourself in now, the worst you'd get would be a few months
in prison."
"That's what you say!" she spoke derisively, once again
brandishing the gun in a manner that made Frank flinch. "No, my
friend, I'm afraid I can't let you out of here alive. Others only
suspect who I am, but you know."
Frank gulped and tried to think quickly, but fear was
beginning to paralyze his mind. His entire body felt cold and
numb.
"But first there's something else I'm going to do," she spoke
slowly with an undertone of pleased expectation in her voice.
What? Frank wondered but could not bring himself to ask. He
relaxed slightly when he saw Erica put the gun on the nightstand.
She was looking at him steadily and with amused pleasure, like a
cat who had cornered a mouse.
"First, I'm going to punish you!" she told him.
Frank tensed as he saw her unbuckling the wide leather belt
at her waist. "Don't!" he burst out impulsively.
"How the tables have turned!" she taunted, removing the belt
and caressing it through her hands in a manner designed to
increase his anticipation. "The disciplinarian gets disciplined!"
A cruel look in her eye, she raised the leather belt high
over her head. Cringing in expectation of the blow, Frank lay
frozen on the bed with his teeth clenched, determined not to show
any reaction to the pain that he was about to endure.
Thwack!
The wide belt cut savagely across his back.
"Uhh!" Frank gasped. The air seemed to go right out of his
chest, and he felt the fiery pain of the belt starting to
penetrate. His arms and legs both jerked reflexively and were
abruptly stopped by the bonds at his wrists and ankles.
"How do you like that?" Erica asked with a laugh.
Frank deliberately refrained from answering.
"Oh, I'll have you begging by the time I'm through," Erica
assured him.
Once again the belt sliced across his back, and Frank's
entire body jerked with the sudden jolt of pain.
"Take that!" Erica told him. "And that!"
Once again the belt cut unmercifully across his back, sending
waves of pain racing through his body. But with the anguish there
came a slight ray of hope. As his body jerked against the ropes,
he felt the rope at his right wrist loosen slightly. I must work
it loose, he told himself, while Erica is distracted with her
whipping activities.
Whack!
Once again the belt flicked across his bare back with a lick
of fire.
"Ow!" Frank gasped involuntarily, his entire body twitching
with an involuntary reflex to the sharp stab of pain.
"How's that feel?" Erica asked. A little breathless, she was
obviously enjoying the chance to get even with him. Without
waiting for a reply, she drew the belt back and lashed it downward
against his exposed buttocks.
Whack!
The sleek leather cut painfully across his bare flesh.
"Ow!" Frank gasped, instinctively twisting in an effort to
avoid the full effect of the blow. At the same time he kept
yanking at the rope at his right wrist, and could feel it starting
to give.
"Take that! And that!" Erica told him, a vengeful look on
her face. "It's about time you found out what it feels like!"
His vindictive former pupil began lashing at his bare hips
and upper thighs with the belt. The smooth, supple leather coiled
about the curves of his body with burning strokes that cut in
deeply. The pain quickly became quite intense and Frank felt
himself desperately clenching his teeth and fighting back tears
that threatened to blind his vision. But at the same time he
could feel the rope at his right wrist becoming loose.
"Go ahead! Whip me, you little bitch!" Frank told her to
distract her while he worked his wrist free.
Whack! Whack!
Erica continued applying the belt at various angles, and the
pain was becoming almost too unbearable. From shoulder to thigh,
Frank's body ached from the effects of the vindictive whipping.
But at last his wrist was free and he was waiting for Erica to get
close enough for him to grab. In the meantime there was nothing
he could do but absorb the punishment she was administering.
"You will die in agony!" she told him with a tone of obvious
satisfaction in her voice.
"There!" Frank cried out as he suddenly grabbed her wrist in
a tight vise and desperately held on.
"Eeek!" Erica screamed in surprise. "Bastard! Son-of-a-
bitch!" With that she lapsed into a torrent of her native German.
As the angry young woman flailed at him with the belt, Frank
pulled her toward him so that he could get her under control.
Despite her resistance Erica came down on the bed on top of him in
a wild tangle of arms and legs. Abandoning the belt she clawed
furiously at him with her long fingernails and kicked at him with
her high-heeled shoes.
"You little bitch!" Frank exclaimed as he fought to control
the wildly struggling young woman.
"Bastard! Schwein!" Erica kept yelling at him in an abusive
fashion, but most of what she said was in German.
The two of them struggled wildly on the bed, and Frank's
greater strength gradually began to prevail despite the handicap
he was under. He slowly twisted Erica's wrist behind her back and
began pulling it up short. Developing his strategy as he went
along, he decided to try to pin her body under his while he tried
to untie his other wrist.
"Stop! You're breaking my arm!" Erica pleaded, the
resistance suddenly going out of her.
"Okay, but start untying my wrist with your other hand!" he
told her, keeping an iron grip on her right wrist.
Crying with frustration and discomfort, the young woman
haplessly untied his left wrist.
"Now my ankles!" Frank told her.
He kept a firm grip on her wrist as she twisted around to
untie his ankles. As she did so, her dark skirt rode up over the
tops of her black stockings, providing an intriguing glimpse of
bare white thigh and black garter belt suspenders. In a few
moments Frank's wrists were free, and he twisted into a sitting
position with Erica across his lap, her stockinged legs swinging
back and forth.
"Nein! Nein!" she protested, struggling halfheartedly.
"Ja! Ja!" Frank mocked her, holding her firmly in position
with one hand and he worked her skirt up with the other.
In a moment Erica's stocking-clad legs, ivory white thighs,
black garter belt and panties were on full view. The panties came
down slowly to reveal her beautiful, shimmering buttocks. The two
lush pink white mounds quivered like bowls of jelly as Frank
worked the panties all the way down her legs and off her feet.
"Please!" Erica protested. "You have no right to do this!
Please!"
After what he had just endured from her belt, Frank was in no
mood to be lenient. "You're going to get what's coming to you,
you little Nazi!" he told her in an angry voice. As he spoke he
raised his right hand high in the air.
Splat!
Frank's hand crashed noisily against Erica's bare bottom,
landing squarely across the crevice and flattening both cheeks.
"Oww!" Erica screamed, her stockinged legs flailing upward
and her body bucking up wildly on his lap. "Don't! Stop! You
have no right!"
Whack!
Frank brought his right hand down just as hard as he could on
her right buttock.
"Yeow!" Erica shrieked, twisting frantically in an effort to
avoid the punishing blows. "Stop it! You have no right to ..."
Smack!
Frank's hand crashed against her left bottom-cheek with a loud
report.
"Owwww!" Erica wailed, her shapely, nylon-clad legs waving
back and forth and her entire body twisting in worm-like fashion.
"Stop! Please! It hurts! Please, you have no right to do this!"
"You come around here trying to kill me, and now you talk
about your rights!" Frank spoke derisively.
Smack! Whack! Splat!
Frank began spreading crisp and noisy spanks around over the
inviting target. As the soft, tender flesh quickly turned a
bright pink, Erica squealed and wriggled delightfully with her
nyloned legs prettily kicking back and forth. Crying with
humiliation and pain, she continually looked back over her
shoulder with an apprehensive look on her face.
"Ouch! Stop! It hurts!" she protested in a distraught
voice. "Please! I'll do anything you say!"
"I've hardly started with you, young lady!" Frank told her,
easily controlling her wildly struggling young body with his
superior strength. By this time he had developed a pounding,
thoroughly exhilarating erection and was prepared to enjoy himself
thoroughly.
Smack! Whack!
Erica haplessly wriggled her saucy bottom as Frank's husky
palm continued to torment her with energetic smacks. With her
pretty posterior prickling and itching and burning brightly, the
comely young woman simply had no choice but to jerk her shapely,
stockinged legs back and forth in a thoroughly provocative manner.
From time to time, her pink cuntal slit flashed into view along
with the fleecy crop of light-brown hair between her legs.
"Please! Ouch! Oh, no! Please!" she protested between
exclamations of pain. "Oh, stop! You brute! Please! It hurts!"
Tears were streaming down her eyes, and she was breathlessly
wriggling around on his lap in a futile effort to avoid the full
force of the blows as much as possible.
Whack! Crack!
Frank continued applying his hand to the lush feminine
target, spreading the spanks around to even up the color scheme.
As her rotund bottom turned a bright shade of rose, Erica sobbed
like a kid and kicked her shapely legs back and forth with uneven
jerks that provided tantalizing glimpses of pink girl-meat.
"Ow! Oh, no more! Please! I beg you!" the attractive young
woman begged hoarsely. "Ouch, please! It hurts! Please, I'll do
anything! Anything!"
Applying his capable palm with even strokes, Frank
appreciatively watched the undignified but appealing performance
that she was putting on for him. Once again she was reinforcing
his opinion that there was really nothing more attractive and
erotically appealing than a tearful and obviously distressed young
woman wriggling her scarlet bottom and kicking stockinged legs
merrily back and forth.
"Stop! Oh, no, please! Pleeeeeeeeeese!" Erica pleaded
between sobs. "Please, I can't take it anymore! I just can't!"
Despite her tears and protests about the mistreatment that
her pretty bottom was receiving, it was quite apparent that Erica
was finding considerable masochistic pleasure in her torment.
Frank was quite aware of the moisture seeping from her pussy over
his bare thigh, and could see that her hips were jerking with
coital-like movements each time that his hand descended against
them. Her buttocks were a bright scarlet and were obviously
simply burning up.
"Now I think it's about time for this!" Frank said, reaching
back for the belt she had used on him earlier.
"Oh, no! Not that!" Erica screamed when she realized what he
planned to do. The miserable young woman turned her tear-stained
face back over her shoulder to plead with him with her eyes.
"Please! I couldn't stand ..."
Frank watched the pretty muscles in her red bottom tightening
in fearful anticipation as he doubled up the belt.
Whack!
The belt coiled around her scarlet, cringing buttocks.
"Owwww!" Erica shrieked in a pain-stricken voice, her feet
flying upward and her entire body giving a convulsive jerk.
"Please, I can't stand it!"
Whack!
Once again the belt descended against her defenseless
posterior with a loud smack.
"Ouch!" Erica emitted a soprano shriek, her scarlet buttocks
wriggling furiously and her stockinged legs flailing back and
forth in a revealing manner.
Despite Erica's shrieks and sobs of anguish, Frank proceeded
to give her a thorough working over with the belt. Squirming and
wriggling frantically, Erica was in hysterics when he finally
stopped. Pausing to catch his breath for a moment, Frank admired
the intriguing combination of brightly scarlet feminine bottom and
shapely legs attired in black, full fashioned nylons.
"Now, Erica, get into a kneeling position on the bed with
your skirt up!" he told the sobbing young woman.
Erica haplessly complied. "Please! Please, you're not going
to spank me anymore, are you?" she tearfully pleaded in a
distraught tone of voice. "Please, please, I couldn't stand it!
I'm just blistered all over!"
"No, I'm not going to spank you!" the former headmaster told
her, standing up with his jutting erection pounding for release.
"Spread your legs apart!"
"What are you going to do?" Erica asked in a very small voice
as she reluctantly spread her stockinged knees apart. "Oh, no,
you wouldn't!!" she gasped with horror when she began to realize
what he had in mind.
Without replying, Frank moved into a kneeling position behind
the cringing, miserable young woman.
"Oh, NO!" Erica shrieked. "You wouldn't!!! Please, not
that! It's too humiliating! Please!" She twisted wretchedly in
front of him, looking back haplessly over her shoulder to plead
with him. "No, don't! Please!"
"Stay in position!" Frank demanded, ignoring her fervent
entreaties.
Sobbing and shaking with fear and humiliation, Erica
miserably remained in position on her knees and elbows with her
scarlet, blistered bottom sticking up all too vulnerably. Frank
caught her by the waist and began maneuvering to complete the anal
connection.
"Please! Please! Frank, please!" Erica wept. "It'll hurt
too much! Please, it'll never fit! You're too big! Please put
it in my mouth ... or anything!"
Frank employed his thumbs to open her scarlet bottom cheeks
as much as possible. Erica winced with pain as his masculine
fingers brushed against her blistered bottom, and between sobs
begged and pleaded to be spared the final indignity.
"Hold still!" Frank ordered.
"Oh, no, please! Please! Please!" Erica buried her face in
her hands and sobbed as she made her final appeals. "Oh, please!
Please!"
Her feminine body limp with fear, Erica shuddered as she
awaited impalement on Frank's thick, lust-maddened masculine
organ. Frank moved closer to her, allowing his rigid penis to
slide into the crevice of her rotund buttocks. The contact
produced violent quakes from Erica, who collapsed into blubbering
tears and unintelligible pleas. Slowly, Frank allowed the bulbous
head of his prick to explore the entrance to her narrow anal
channel.
"Oh, no!" Erica sobbed. "Please, it won't fit! It won't
fit! It's too big!"
Holding the squirming, sobbing young woman at the waist,
Frank began inserting his thick, hot penis into the small opening.
"OWWWW!" Erica screamed at the top of her lungs as the huge
crown began penetrating her anal canal, dilating the small opening
in a highly painful manner. "Oh, for heavens sakes, no! Take it
out! Take it out! It's too big!"
As the head of his massive cock disappeared into the tiny
pink aperture, Frank paused for a moment and then began thrusting
forward to complete the anal penetration. Erica wept bitterly as
she found herself impaled on the huge masculine weapon, and her
sphincter muscles flexed desperately in an effort to expel the
foreign intruder. Her kneeling body was convulsed with sobs, and
her feminine spasms provided added thrills for his madly pounding
shaft.
"Please, I can't stand it!" Erica begged. "Please, take it
out! You're killing me!"
"Now you're really going to get butt-fucked, you little
Nazi!" Frank told her.
Frank began thrusting his rock hard, thick penis back and
forth inside the warm, incredibly tight canal. Each forward
thrust produced a convulsive sob from the distraught young woman.
Pumping with firm thrusts, he slipped his hands down between her
legs and began to fondle her dripping-wet cunt. Erica's fountain
began to gush its warm liquids over his fingers, and her bright
red bottom wriggled girlishly as he worked his fingers between her
slippery cuntal lips. Probing her hot, sticky pussy with his
fingers, he continued thrusting his wildly throbbing penis back
and forth inside her little butt.
"Oooooohhhhh! Ouch! Oh! Ouch!" Erica began to reveal in
the mixture of pain and pleasure. "Oh! It hurts but it's ... Oh!
Ouch! Oooh! Oh! Ooooohhhh!"
As Frank's probing fingers aroused her more and more, Erica
began moving heir spank-reddened bottom around with progressively
more frantic gyrations. As his pulsating shaft slid back and
forth in the tight confines of her little rear, Frank could feel
her anal muscles clutching frantically at him. His blood-dilated
cock was aching for release and he made no attempt to hold himself
back. Sliding his fingers past her lust-crazed clitoris and into
her vagina, he began thrusting with almost brutal strokes that
sent his rock-hard prick deep into her constricting anal tunnel.
Finally, he simply let himself go and blasted his hot semen into
her little butt with voluminous spurts.
"Oh! Ooooohhhh! Oooooohhhhh!" Erica wriggled and squirmed
frantically and Frank could see that she was deep in the throes of
an intensely masochistic orgasm.
Afterwards, Frank quickly picked up the gun that she had
placed on the nightstand earlier. "Okay, Erica, I'm afraid the
party's over for you for the duration!" he told her.
As he expected, Erica lost no time kneeling before him with
her hands folded prayerfully in front of her. "Please! Please!"
she begged. "Don't turn me in! I'll do anything you say! I'll
be your slave! Please! Please!"
"I'm afraid not, Erica!" Frank told her. "You're a real
temptation, but this time I'm afraid we'll have to put duty ahead
of pleasure." As he spoke, he reached for the telephone and Erica
collapsed in sobs on the floor.
* * *
"What will they do with her?" Elizabeth asked when the two of
them met at Frank's apartment later that evening.
"Nothing much," he replied. "She'll probably be interned and
then sent back to Germany after the war."
"Well, I suppose that concludes our assignment together,"
Elizabeth remarked with a trace of regret in her voice.
"Not entirely," Frank replied.
"What do you mean?" she asked, obviously puzzled.
"Erica caught on to us because of your carelessness," Frank
told her in a matter-of-fact voice.
Elizabeth caught on quickly. "And I suppose you intend to
discipline me for that," she remarked.
"Don't you think you deserve it?" Frank asked quietly.
Blushing deeply, Elizabeth submissively draped herself across
Frank's knees ...
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