The Adventures of Emily (cont.)

When the door closed behind her in Wendy’s office, Emily felt a little nervous.  The sound of it was sharp  and final as if it would never open again and she would stay in this room for ever. Nevertheless, she decided to be brave.

“Before you try and  find out if I’m a lesbian,” She asked. ”Would you  mind if I put my clothes back on? I feel a bit odd with nothing on when you’re fully dressed .

“I’ll tell you what.” Wendy replied. “Why don’t we share our clothes, you know try each other’s on. Come on, you can help me undress.”

It didn’t take long before it got quite confusing with sometimes Emily wearing most of the clothes and Wendy more or less naked, or both of them half in and half out of different garments, and before long they we both giggling and laughing .

“This is strange said Emily after a while. “I don’t know why, but I think I’d like to kiss you.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” Wendy said. “Because I would like to kiss you too.”

And for a while they kissed each other, first on the mouth and then on the tips of their breasts, and then all over.

It was nice. It was very nice, and soon Emily started to feel the way she had when she was across Mr Roger’s knee and she had that strange explosion. This time she had a better idea what she could expect, and knowing that it was the most wonderful feeling in the world, when she realised that what was making her feel like this was Wendy stroking that secret place of hers between her legs, she pressed he body close against her hand and gave herself up to it.

“Agghhhh!”  She said, and “Mmmnn!” and other noises like that while Wendy eased the  last strains of it out of her, and it was as if birds were singing and angels playing celestial trumpets.

“I think you might well be a lesbian.”  Said Wendy.  “I’m really pleased about that as it means I won’t be the only one in the office. It doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy yourself with the man though. I heard Mr Rogers say that he was planning to fuck you later. How do you feel about that ?

“I’ve no idea.” Emily said. “I’ve never been fucked before, whatever it  might be. Do you think I’ll like it?

“I’ve no  idea.” Wendy answered. “But if you’ve never been fucked before, why don’t  I ask Alan to fuck you, and if you  like it you can go back to se Mr Rogers and then he can fuck you too.”

“How kind of you to suggest that.”  Wendy said. “But do you think that Alan would mind fucking me. I mean, it wouldn’t be too much trouble for him?”

“I’m sure he would be  delighted!”  Wendy said, and went out and came back  in a few minutes with Alan. “I’ve explained the situation to Alan.” She said, “And although he’s  quite busy he said he would cancel his lunch break and fuck you instead.”

Alan did not look at all put out at being asked this favour and indeed had  a big smile on his face.

 “I must admit,” he said “I wanted to fuck you  after I spanked you earlier, and now it seems I can.” And he started to take of his clothes. Emily watched with mounting curiosity, wondering if he had the same snake thing growing out of his middle that Mr Rogers did, and indeed he did. It was not quite so big, but it looked just as springy and thrusting and Emily explained that she now knew all about these. “They like being played with don’t they.” She said, and reached out her hand to take hold of it, gratified when Alan started making the same pleasurable noises that Mr Rogers  had.

“Oh my God!”  Alan said, and “Don’t stop!” But Wendy seemed to disagree with him.

“This is all very well.” She said in a business like way. “But I think she should stop .You’re supposed to find out if Emily is going to like being fucked. Not  have her wank you off!”

“Sorry!”  Said Alan. “That was so much fun I quite forgot.” Then he looked at Emily in a strange sort of way. “Yes I’ve got to fuck you, haven’t I ! Now come here you luscious little temptress. Let me teach you another sort of lesson!”

                                                   ***

The next hour was the strangest in Emily’s young life.  Alan did things to her that she didn’t know people could do to each other and she loved every one of them. Having his great hard snake deep inside her while he eased himself up and  down was too wonderful, especially when all the while he was kissing her and fondling her breasts  and sometimes grasping her naked  bottom and pushing it up against him as he muttered lovely things to her.

Apparently she was a wicked little temptress, the devil’s own harlot,  and that she was born to give men pleasure.  She didn’t understand all of this, but as making people  happy was all she really wanted in life that was good, but only part of her was capable of really appreciating this as her insides felt the way they did when Wendy had done all those wonderful things to her but magnified a hundred times over. Her whole body had become just a crucible of pleasurable sensation and her brain was no longer functioning and it was all getting beyond what a young inexperienced girl could cope with, so when Alan sort of froze  then went rigid for a few seconds before letting out a great bellow of satisfaction, she found herself doing more or less the same thing, her body juddering against his as fireworks went off in her head and all of her seemed to melt into nothing.  

    

                                                   ***

At  five o’clock  Emily staggered off home, her knickers  in her handbag, a smile on her face and a glow in her body that started where her knickers ought to have been and spread all over her like melted honey.

After Alan had fucked her, Wendy had spanked her for being a wicked little strumpet ,

but then had made it up to her in ways that were just as wonderful as the things that  Alan had done to her, after which she had found herself wandering into Mr Roger’s office, not quite sure why, but remembering that there was something he had to do to her. Mr Rogers had quite recovered from what  she had done to him earlier, and had fucked her very thoroughly indeed,  

   

so thoroughly that she had begged him to do it again, but he had declined pleading that he was saving his strength for  tomorrow when he had some very special plans for her, plans that apparently included silk ropes and blindfolds  and all sorts of strange things she knew nothing about.

All in all had been a wonderful first day at work and Emily, or Snow White as she called herself most of the time,  was looking forward to getting home to the Seven Dwarves and trying out on them all the things she had  learned today. 

She couldn’t wait!

                                      THE END

The Adventures of Emily (Cont.)

Now where  did we leave poor young Emily? Oh yes, stark naked and perfectly positioned across Mr Roger’s knee, all ready to be soundly spanked.

She did pause to wonder what had lead to her being in this position and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that naughty girls had to be regularly spanked for their own good, but she was confused as she hadn’t ever considered herself to be naughty. This was going to be her third spanking since she had been to this strange office and as far as she could recall she’d done nothing to deserve it. Oh well, no doubt it would all come clear. In the mean time she was all too conscious that Mr Rogers was trailing his fingers up and  between her naked thighs and making her squirm with something she  simply could not understand. She was nervous about  just how  much this spanking would hurt, especially as he was completely  naked and unprotected but there was something else as well, a sort of strange excitement building up inside  her.

“So you’ve  been spanked twice already today?” Mr Rogers asked  reaching one of his  hands underneath her and a taking firm hold of one of her naked breasts.

“Yes I have, but you see.....”

“But what I see is that you must be a particularly wicked girl to need spanking at such regular intervals.”  Mr Rogers  paused and looked at his watch then replaced his hand on her breast which felt strangely comforting . “After all, you’ve only been in the office for few hours. Anyway, let me get on with it. You clearly need it very badly.”

He gathered up her hands in the small of her back, held them tightly so she could not reach  down and protect herself  then started to spank her with quiet relish.

Almost immediately Emily started to feel that burning glow that was now becoming all too familiar, and as her punishment progressed she realised that he was determined that this time she should learn her lesson. As the metronome rhythm of his hand on her poor little bare bottom burned its tattoo into her now scalding flesh, that little part of her  brain that could still think decided that in some way that she had yet to find out that, yes, she was a naughty girl and so needed this very badly . Smack, smack, smack, he went as she squealed and wriggled and tried to tolerate the beautiful fire that had started  in her bottom but was  now spilling over into that strange place  between her legs and on into the rest of her body.

She was being punished but It was beautiful and sweet and wonderful  and joyous, and as everything that had happened to her so far swirled round in her addled brain, not the least  Alan pulling her knickers  down for her first ever spanking,

 and the way that Kate had kissed her breasts ,

it was suddenly all too much and it all combined in a wonderful explosion of pleasure,  and abandoning her whole self to it she let out a long staccato moan.

In a moment Mr Rogers had let her up and she was on his lap and he was kissing her all over and muttering lovely things in her ear and his hands were everywhere on her body and though some part of her had an idea that girls should not be touched in the places where  her was touching her, especially as she was naked,

it all felt so wonderful she just let it happen.

In another moment Mr Rogers slid himself out from underneath her and asked her if she minded playing with his cock. Not having any idea what that was, but having enjoyed everything else so far Emily agreed, and in a second he had taken off all his lower clothing, and straining up from between his legs was something so huge and tight and feral looking it made her quite afraid but fascinated at the same time.

“I’m sure it’s a very  nice cock!” She said, trying to be polite. “Certainly  a very big one. A bit like a snake but sort of different. May I touch it?”

“Of course you can said Mr Rogers. “I was going to ask you  to. It likes being touched and stroked, and it particularly likes being kissed. In fact being made a fuss of in any way you like will make it very happy.

So that’s what Emily did. She’d never come across any thing like Mr Rogers big snake in her life but she knew what puppies like so treated it like a puppy and stroked and fondled it and nuzzled it in every way she could think of while it danced and strained upwards into her hand, trembling with some strange pleasure, and all the while Mr Rogers moaned and whimpered  but in a happy sort of way.

Emily decided that she had to be doing it right and carried on with enthusiasm .

“I wonder?”  Mr Rogers managed to ask, his voice hoarse and strained “Are you a virgin?"

“I don’t think so.” She answered. “I told Wendy that I’m a Sagitarious, but she thought I might be a lesbian, and she did all sorts of strange things to find out.”

 Mr Rogers was keen to know exactly what sort of things, so she told him in as much detail as she could, and he moaned some more and his snake got even more agitated in her hand and suddenly from its one eye the snaked expelled a great broken ribbon of something thick and creamy and Mr Roger let out a great yell.

                                               

                                                      ****

Ten minutes later they were both lying together on the couch in Mr Roger’s office, and although Emily was still confused, it was nice and comforting and nothing like what she  thought her first day at work was going to be like.  “I’m really sorry.” She said eventually. “I didn’t  mean to do that, whatever it was. I suppose you’re  going to have to spank me again.”

“I suppose I will.”  Mr Rogers answered. "And lot’s of other things too. But not quite yet. I’ll need a bit of a break, but after  that I think I would like to fuck you.

 I’ve picked up that all the other men in the office  want to fuck you too, but I’d like to be the first.”

“That’s nice!” Said Emily snuggling up to him. “I don’t know what that is but I’m sure I’ll like it.”

“Sorry to interrupt.” Suddenly Wendy was in the room, looking at the two of them lying naked on the couch. “But a bit earlier I had  been trying to find out if Emily was a lesbian. As you seem to have finished with her for the moment, do you mind if I have her back for a while?”

“Not at all.”  Said Mr Rogers. “I’m going to fuck her in a bit, but I’m not quite ready yet.”

“Perfect!” Said Wendy. “After a long session with me, I’m sure she will be more than ready to find out if she likes being fucked as well.”

So taking Wendy by the hand, she lead her into her office, and shut and locked the door behind them.

          TO BE CONTINUED   

The Adventures of Emily

How shall I start this story? Probably best to do it in the traditional way: Once upon a time...... Yes, that’s what I’ll do.

Once upon a time there was a girl called Emily and she was  young and innocent  but very pretty with sweet little breasts and lovely smooth legs and she knew nothing of the world and all its  wicked ways. Today is  her first day at a new job, and as she likes to look pretty she puts on clothes that show off her lovely young body and delicious legs thinking that  it will make people like her and be kind,

but being so innocent,  when she leaves her house and  walks to the office where she is to start work she does not realise that all the men in the street who see he tripping by want to upend her, pull off her tiny little panties and fuck her to oblivion.

Anyway, she arrives at her new office and introduces her self to the good looking young  man standing in the hallway. “Good morning!” She says. “I’m Emily and this is my first day here.”

“Good morning!” He says to her with a nice smile. “I’m Alan and I’m going to spank you.”

“Spank me!” She said, her eyes like huge blue saucers. “But why would you want to spank me? I’ve only just arrived and I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“It’s because you’re  late.” He answers taking her by the wrist and leading her towards an office door.

“But I’m not late. I was asked to get her at nine thirty and it’s only nine twenty five now.”

“Yes, but we changed our minds and made it nine.”  And even while he was telling her this he was sitting himself in a chair and pulling her across his knee.

“But that’s not fair!” She squealed. “Nobody told me!”

“I know!” He said. “It’s good the way things work here, isn’t it.” And he started to pull down her tiny white panties.

“But not with my panties down!” She exclaimed. “You’ll  be able to see my bare bottom!”

“And a very pretty bottom it is too. It will be such a pleasure to spank it!” And in a second he’d started to do that very thing, taking his time over it and making sure that every inch of her  pretty little bottom was pinked with his attentions.

Spank, spank, spank, he went , all the while admiring her lovely legs as they scissored up and down.

She gasped and moaned and wriggled but it made no difference other than making it all the more pleasurable for Alan. Eventually he stopped, but did not allow her to get up  and for a good while he quietly stroked and fondled her glowing  bottom.

“You spank nicely.” He said. “I’ll have to make  point of doing it again . Would you like to make us both a cup of tea and I’ll show you round the office.”

Feeling thoroughly confused, Emily pulled her knickers back up, made them both some tea and thought that this was the strangest  place  she had ever worked.

As the day progressed she was given different tasks to do such as taking notes,

and picking up stray bits of paper that people had dropped,

but noticed that all the time that Alan was looking at her legs and felt pleased that she had worn such a short skirt as if he enjoyed looking at her legs then maybe he would like her and be kind to her. She had decided that   he was nice despite having spanked her, and as she thought  about being over his knee with her knickers pulled down she started  to feel all soft and gooey inside  which was  nice.

Later  Alan introduced  Emily  to a stern looking woman in another  office.

“This is Wendy.” He told Emily. “She’s a lesbian.”

“That’s nice!” Said Emily who didn’t know what a lesbian was.

“I see that we’re going to get on.” Said Wendy looking at Emily with piercing blue eyes. “Come into my office and I can ask you some questions” And she took Emily into her office and  closed the door.  “I was wondering if you  might be a lesbian too.” She said. “Do you think you are?”

“No!” Said Emily smiling brightly. “I’m a Sagittarius.”

“But you could be a lesbian as well. There’s lots of different ways of finding out.”  And she sat Emily on her desk and started doing strange things to her  that involved her tee shirt being pulled up and her breasts being kissed and the inside of her thighs being softly stroked, and Emily found it all very confusing and strange, but all rather wonderful  at the same time, and she was getting the gooey feeling she got in her stomach after Alan had spanked her, but even nicer.

 One part of her told her that this was naughty and not what a nice girl should be doing but that made it feel even better  so whatever Wendy did she gave herself up to.

“Ooh!”  Said Emily and “Ahh!” And things like that, and everything was so nice that she thought that something down there  was going to explode, but then Wendy stopped.

“You know, I'm pretty sure you  might be a lesbian.” Wendy said, “But there’s an even better way to find out. If you enjoy it when a woman gives you a spanking then you’re definitely a lesbian.”

“But I’ve already been spanked once this morning.”  Emily said.  “By Alan.”

“And how did it feel?” Wendy asked.

“Well it was painful and very humiliating, but afterwards I realised it had made me feel rather nice inside.”

“Well let’s  hope that after I’ve spanked you you will feel even nicer.” And before Emily could protest any further, Wendy had sat down and pulled her across her knee and started to side her hands up and down Emily’s thighs and over her young bottom and it all felt very nice and sweet so it was a bit of a shock when the first spank, crisp and sharp, landed on her upturned bottom.

“Ouch!” She cried, but didn’t try to get away and as each successive spank landed she tried to gauge her reaction, and yes, in a strange exciting way it did feel rather good. Wendy was clearly good at spanking as she took her time and built up a steady rhythm, but then paused.

“Silly me!” She  said. “I was so enjoying myself I forgot to take your knickers down.” But as she started to do so,

she was interrupted by a  man who had appeared at her office door.

“Is this the new girl, Emily?” He asked in a conversational voice.

“Yes.” Said Wendy. “I’m just trying to find out if she’s a lesbian.

“That’s interesting.” Said the man “But  can you do it later. I need her right now for something important.”

Wendy let Emily up who felt rather foolish standing in front of this important looking man and she hastily pulled her knickers back up,

disappointed that her spanking had  come to an end as something very exciting   had started to happen.

I’m Mr Rogers.” The  man said to Emily. “And I’m the boss here. Will you  come to my office.”

Emily did so, and as soon as they were both inside she guessed what might happen and introduced the subject herself to save time. “I suppose you want to spank me.” She said looking Mr Rogers in the eye. He was rather good looking in a very grown up sort of way and all her insides were now so churned with everything that had been happening that she realised that whatever he did to her would make her feel even better. Her bottom was full of pleasurable fire, her breasts were glowing and between her legs it felt as if someone were stroking her with a long silky feather.   

“But why would I want to spank you?” He answered.

“Because Alan did and Wendy did.” She said. “So I thought you would want to as well. I’m  getting quite used to it now.”

“Oh well,” He said. “In that case maybe I should. After all, you are a pretty little thing and I am the boss here.

“Oh I see!” Now she was really confused. “ You mean you weren’t  going to ....?”

“No. But now you’ve mentioned it I quite fancy the idea. Why don’t you take all your clothes off.”

Suddenly Emily was shocked again.  “But surely.... not take all my clothes! Isn’t it enough just to take my knickers down?”

“But it’s the  boss’s privilege to spank the girls completely naked. It makes it more fun for me , and with all the responsibility I carry, I need some fun. Come along, we’ve not got all day!”

So Emily thought that, yes, it might be fun. She did have a nice body after all and it was a shame that no one ever got to see it. Again somewhere in the back of her mind she had some idea that having men look at you when you had no clothes on was seriously naughty, but the more she thought about it the more the gooey feeling in her stomach was taking her over, so while Mr Rogers sat and watched she took her clothes off,

and when hadn’t even a  stitch covering her nakedness, Mr Rogers took his time to have a  good look at her from every angle.

Eventually he sat down and took her over his knee and she shivered inside with something she wholly failed to understand.

“Haven’t you ever been spanked naked  before?”  He asked, stroking his fingers up between the top of her thighs and making her squirm.

“Never!” She answered, but somehow knew that it wouldn’t  be the last . “I’ve never been spanked in my life before I came to this office.”

“Well let’s make  this memorable for you .” He said, and somehow she knew it would be.

TO BE CONTINUED

   

Apologies!

Sorry, but in my life I wear a lot of hats and currently I'm being pulled  in so many different directions that I'm having a problem coping. None of it is bad, and some of it really quite exciting, but it does mean that it is almost impossible to make  time to fabricate my regular posts.

If I could ask you to be patient, I promise it will not more than a day or two and I will be back with you.

Liz  

What ever happened to the wastrel?

I had a minor crisis this week, a very old ivy clad tree in my garden blew down in the recent heavy winds. As trees go it wasn’t that huge, so rather than flash my eyes at one of the men in my life I decided to try and deal with it myself . This involved  an electric saw and an axe but essentially a ton of back breaking work.(I’m pretty fit but at only five foot four and slim built I’m not really designed for work this heavy duty.) Over a few days I had made major inroads into it but in the process got myself cold wet and streaked with mud, not to mention scratched and exhausted. It left me feeling a bit too pleased with myself and conscious that I’d been a hero, which, being me, lead to a whole chain of thought processes. A hero is what most little boys want to grow up into, but why would anyone want to go through the danger and hardship and misery that being a hero tends to involve when instead you could be a wastrel.

We’ve always had wastrels and always will, but they are very much a creature of the nineteen twenties and thirties, typically the younger son of a grand family. The  eldest son  got the title the house and all the money, so the choices for the younger son tended to be to go into the church, or alternatively simply hang about and be a nuisance to everybody while simply enjoying  life in the most dissolute way possible .

In the country the wastrel  would spend his time burbling around in his two seater  with a bottle of champagne in the boot plus a few quails eggs and a large rug.

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This was just in case he might chance upon a young lady who might just want to share a quiet picnic with him followed by their finding somewhere  they could have a little innocent canoodle, preferably after she’d taken her  knickers off.

The wastrel was very democratic and was at home with night club girls,

or girls about town,

or that new breed who seemed to inhabit some strange demi monde on the edge of society,

All he asked of them was that they were good fun, didn’t mind that he was broke and had no prospects, and that if they couldn’t stay the night with him after an evening out because they had husbands or some other annoyance, at least they could possibly give him a good gob job to show their appreciation.

The wastrel was particularly happy with horsey girls,

and there was one in particular who was happy to give him a ride whenever he felt like it which tended to buck him up for  a good few days afterwards.

A defining moment in his life was happening on his sister being spanked  by her governess,

He thought this was very good news as it made his best friend, Rampant Roger, really sit up and take notice,

so after that he was always looking for an excuse to try it for himself.  He’d always had a special relationship with the  maids in the house as most of them were happy to cheer him up when he needed it and didn’t mind if he paid them one of those special  visits to their  rooms,

so, for their own good of course, he now looked out for any excuse to take one of them to his own rooms for a bit of across the knee discipline.

He always followed this by showing them that there were no hard feelings and that he was of course on their side and Oh my God don’t stop as this feels wonderful!   

Having an aristocratic sense of fair play and thinking it might be a bit unfair that he was always the one dishing out punishment, he tracked down a discreet club in London where the girls could get their own back on him. After all, it was only fair!

  

And while he was in London, it was a good opportunity to pop in and see that young actress who was not only one of his special  friends,

but she could always be relied upon to be particularly nice to Rampant Roger.

We hardly see wastrels any more as they seem to have  been replaced by style bypass benefit cheats and drug addled deadbeats. Such a shame. I’m sure the right sort of wastrel and I would have got on rather well together!