Our cobra

Your female boss gets d***k at a party and you gotta take her home, she is unconscious and wasted, you can play and have fun with her, why not? There’re not so many people working in the company. But we are real friends. We’re almost all of the same age safe for our boss Ms. Elizabeth Warren, she’s 58. We nickname her Cobra. Well, we love to have parties together, we love to have fun, and we know how to do it. It was Carrie’s birthday. We were celebrating it in a restaurant, it was great fun. We were gonna make the party a bit steamier but as soon as Ms. Warren looked at us we decided we’d better not. Guys decided to make her d***k and send her home. We were talking to her, paying compliments, pouring more and more alcohol in her glass. She was ready in 30 minutes. There was one last thing to do – we had to choose the one to take her home. Well it was me. Guys patted me on the back sympathetically and continued partying. When Ms. Warren got back from the ladies’ room I asked her if she felt well and offered to give her a ride home. I helped her put on the coat. The first thing that made me alert was that I had to hold her by the arms all the way down the stairs for her not to fall down. Actually I was hoping to be pretty quick taking our Cobra home in order to get back in the restaurant and continue partying. I was floating in my dreams thinking how funny it would be and that I would probably talk Erika into getting laid with me when I felt Ms Warren’s head on my shoulder. I got scared at first but then I realized she was simply sl**ping. I woke her up when we got to her place. I had to take her to the 15th floor. I’m not gonna waste time telling you about the way I took her to her apartment. I can tell you one thing, my hands and legs were shaking, cuz my boss was a stocky gal. Can you imagine that?! She was sl**ping all the way! I had to search her pockets to find the key. I opened the door and came into her apartment. I had to pull her inside the apartment. I looked at my watch there was no use for me to get back to the restaurant. I was really mad, I even kicked the wall with anger. “All right, if I took her here, I can get her in bed as well,” I thought to myself, pulling off her coat and her boots. It felt like I was dealing with a doll – I cold turn her to the right, or to the left. I faced no problems while pulling off her coat. When I was busy with her boots I made up my mind to do a bad turn to her, to humiliate her. So I raised up he skirt rim to expose her stockings. I saw her legs in nylon. I could even make out the lacy ornament of her panties. I took off her boots and glanced at her legs again. I suddenly felt a wave of desire rising up in my lower belly. I set her skirt right in order not to tease myself anymore. I found her bedroom and took her there. I deserved some appraisal. I decided to drink some coffee. Coffee aroma filled the room in less than a minute. It was really hot so I gave it a couple of minutes to get cooler while I was looking round her apartment. When I was in her library reading book covers and sipping coffee I heard some strange noise from her bedroom. I ran up to her thinking she was vomiting or something. I was wrong. Turned out she simply turned on her stomach, and her head was raised up that high that it made her snore. I felt sorry for her. I knew she would feel really bad next morning. I covered her body with a blanket. I was going to go home. I put on my parka and decided to see if she was fine before I left. The blanket was lying on the floor, and Ms Warren was lying on the bed edge. I put her in the center of the bed and covered her with the blanket again. Hardly had I crossed the threshold as she pulled off the blanket again. I suddenly had that crazy idea. I wanted to see her naked. I pulled off my parka and sat down on the bed edge. To make sure Ms Warren wouldn’t wake up while stripping down I shook her hand and then even slapped her across the face. She didn’t even open her eyes. She murmured something and turned to another side. All right. Let’s get it started. I reached for the zipper on her skirt and undid it. I pulled off her jacket as well. I turned her to undo her blouse. She was lying halt naked before me. I saw her white lacy bra and white lacy panties under black stockings. Though I realized she was too old for me and was of my mom’s age, my dick wanted to try her, especially after the fuck up with Erika. In order not to get more aroused I covered her with the blanket and was about to leave. I looked around – she was sl**ping. She didn’t even guess what I was doing. “Who cares,” I thought to myself and got back in the room. I was caressing her belly under the blanket. My hand was caressing her pubis, and my finger pressed on her bosom. No reaction. I pulled the blanket to aside to see her knockers. I turned her to aside to undo the bra. I pulled off the bra. Her sagging boobs were almost lying under her armpits. But the thing that surprised me the most was the size of her nipples. They occupied about a third of her boobs and were like small saucers. The nipple itself was of pale pink color I started feeling up and fondling her boobs with my hands. I was pressing the nipples or bringing the knockers together. bl**d was pulsing in my temples. When I got enough of playing with her boobs I focused my attention on her bosom. I thrust my hand under her panties to feel her bush. I thrust the hand even deeper in her panties and felt her vulva lips. I was very-very careful spreading her lips and sticking my finger in her cave (I was afraid to wake her up). If anybody had ever told me I would be feeling up Ms. Warren I would burst into laughing and call that person a fool. Man, who could ever think about it – me and our Cobra, that was unbelievable! But check it out: I was fingering her twat getting hotter. I was trying to thrust another finger in her snatch, but her panties didn’t let me do it. So, I threw off the blanket and pulled off her stockings and her panties. But the stockings were so tight that I just couldn’t do it, I couldn’t throw them off. I saw small manicure scissors lying on her night table. I cut her stockings. I wanted to do the same thing with her panties, but thought I’d better not, so I simply pulled them off. Ms Cobra was lying nude. I spread her hips to open her snatch to see it. Black and grey bush was covering her pubis all the way to her navel and covered some part of her inner hips as well. I exposed her lips. First of all, the light was poor so I didn’t see well, and secondly, she was lying so low that it was difficult for me to see everything well. So I turned on the lamp and directed light right in her crotch. Well it was problematic to make her show me more of her pussy. When I bent her knees she tried to turn to aside, as soon as I turned her back on the back she straightened her legs. But I got what I wanted - I could see her twat well. Her outer lips were really large and out. They were even hanging down a bit. I spread them with my fingers showing the way to her cave. She wasn’t wet so I couldn’t get my fingers deep in her snatch. I wanted to lubricate my fingers with saliva but I was really thirsty and seemed like all my saliva petered out. I covered her with the blanket and went to the kitchen to drink water. I found peach juice in the fridge. I took it to the room. I drank enough not to feel thirsty and then I thought Cobra was thirsty too. I didn’t dare to pour juice in her mouth, so I decided to lubricate my fingers with the juice and then lubricate her lips. She opened her mouth, licking the lips, making a smacking sound. That’s when I thought I could play with her. I put her the way for her head to be at the level of my dick. I set the cock free. I lubricated it with the juice and started moving it along her lips. She reacted immediately. She was trying to catch it with her lips and lick it. It scared me a bit, so I made a step to aside. The dickhead was swollen, it was huge, seemed the skin was about to split. In a minute I calmed down and lubricated the dick with the juice again. When she started to lick it, I tried to thrust it in her mouth. But hardly had my cock get two inches inside as she turned her head away. I lost all my hope to stick the dick in her throat but I was enjoying myself by getting my cock behind her cheeks and making them swell in a funny way. I was tired of the game. I slapped her across the face with the dick, poking it in her eyes, thinking how funny it would be to ejaculate in her nose or ears. I felt like having sex. I had to do something about it. Of course I could jack off and cum on Cobra, but I wanted something more. She was sl**ping and I decided to try the following. I got absolutely naked. I was caressing her face with the dick, poking it at her knockers. I was sitting between her hips. I lubricated her vulva lips with the juice and stuck two fingers inside. I was turning them around, rubbing them against the walls of her vagina. My middle finger touched her womb. I decided it was time for my dick to meet the granny. I put a cushion under her ass to raise her pelvis. I put her knees on my shoulders and entered her snatch. It wasn’t difficult to do it as my cock was lubricated with the juice. Her hole was a bit too big for me but anyway I couldn’t lat longer than two minutes. First I wanted to cum inside her but then decided not to and spurted on her pubis and her stomach. I was exhausted. I was sitting by her side watching white streams flowing onto her lips and on her navel. I lubricated her nipples with the rest of my cum and then started fucking her cheek. It was my first sex with a mature women. What would happen next? I didn’t know. I knew I had to clean the semen otherwise it would soak the bed. I took her cut stockings and wiped sperm off her belly, her pubis and her lips. The cum had already covered all her lips and even her anus. I couldn’t help playing with her asshole. I pressed my finger and entered her butt as deep as I could. It got in smoothly. I was drilling her with my finger. I wanted to add another finger but couldn’t. Maybe the anus was to tight, maybe there wasn’t enough lubrication. But I was hot! I’d never fucked an ass, and I just couldn’t miss my chance. I got off the bed to go and find some cream. I didn’t find anything of the kind in her bathroom. When I came into her living room the first thing I saw was a camera. All of a sudden I found a hand cream (that was fine). On one of the shelves I saw a box, it was locked. I wanted to see what was in, but I had no time to waste. I got back in the bedroom having a cream and a camera in my hands. I was busy with pics first. I was taking her pics and pics of her knockers and her pussy. It was time for special photos: my dick in her mouth, my dick between her tits, my dick in and out of her snatch. The battery died. Damn. It was time to get myself busy with her butt. I turned her to aside and lay down behind her. I took some cream out of the tube and lubricated her ass. I was fucking her with my finger first, it got deep in her rectum. I tried to add another one. As soon as I stuck two fingers in her asshole she moved, trying to set herself free of them, she took my hand with hers and got my fingers out of her butt. I was lying still, numb with fear. I thought she woke up. Two minutes passed and nothing else happened. I spent some time fondling her hips and playing with her clit. I wanted to make sure she was sl**ping. Then I lubricated her asshole again and stuck my finger inside. It was easier to get in that time. After playing I decided it was time. I lubricated the dickhead with the cream and pressed it against the butt. I cupped her hips with my hands and pushed. The dickhead got in. Ms Cobra moved but didn’t do anything. I was taking my time – I was lying still for several seconds for her to get used to my dick in her ass. Then I started packing her ass with my dick, getting deeper with every single thrust. Her tight anus made me feel really great. I was getting more and more aroused, feeling like cumming. There was nothing I could do with it. I was fucking her rapidly, clenching my teeth. And then I felt so light, erupting in her anus. As soon as I stopped holding her tight, Cobra turned round, looked at me, stood up and went out of the room. “That’s the end,” I thought. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ve never felt better.” I stood up too and started putting on my clothes. Ms Warren was in the bathroom. When she was back in the room, she didn’t even look at me. She went back to sl**p. “I hope she won’t remember anything tomorrow,” I thought. I was about to leave when I remembered about the box on one of the shelves. I took a bunch of keys and found the suitable one. The things I saw made me numb – there were lots of all size dildos, balls, hand cuffs, belts there. There were some discs deep in the box. There were two folders in a special section. One of them was pink, the other was blue. I took the pink one. It was my colleague’s profile. It was all about her preferences: preferences for food, clothes, type of work, sex. There were data about all of her affairs, real and alleged. I took the blue folder. It was about one of Ms Warren’s male deputies. Everything was in detail as well.

Aunt Barb

Once a month I would got to grans where Barbara lived to pick up the catalogue money. This particular day, my Gran was away, but Barbara was there on her own She made me a coffee and we had a chat. Then she said shed be back shortly she just wanted to show me a new dress. When she returned she had done her makeup, hair and she was wearing this really sexy Black dress. She said it was a cocktail dress. It was tight around her hips and legs and came to just below mid thigh. The top part was slightly see through so I could see her bra and boobs underneath. She had on some high heals and some black tights/stockings. She did a twirl and asked me if it suited her. Hmmm sure did she looked really nice. Then she said she thought I would like it, then turned with her back to me and asked if her seams were straight, leaning slightly forward. I could feel my cock reacting an she looked over her shoulder with a smile. They were very straight and her legs looked amazing as the nylon shimmered. She sat down opposite me, her legs angled away, she crossed them and said that she had noticed that I liked to look at her legs, she must have noticed my caught out look, as she quickly reassured me it was ok, she didn't mind. i thought I was dreaming, I'd often fantasized about her. Just tell me she said, if you are embarrassed I'll just go and take them off. I stammered no I don't mind With that she crossed her legs the other way then moved with her knees facing me. The dress stretched taught across her thighs, I could just make out the tops of her stockings, and bright red triangle of her panties. She saw me take a glamce then look away, she told me it was ok if I liked what I saw she didn't mind. I told her she had nice legs. Good she said we are making progress. She started to run her hands up and down her calves telling me the nylons were really silky and fealt great. Then she progressed up over her knees, she slid forward on the couch her dress retreating up her thighs even higher. She asked what I could see , I told her the tops of her stockings and just a little bit of her panties. She told me to sit at her feet so that I could run my hands up her calves and see how silky they were. I did and started to slowly stroke her calves, her knees were a little wider, my eyes level with her kness and panties. I could see more of her red panties, my cock was getting really hard. I looked up at her face as I stroked her lower legs, she smiled and at the same time she ran her hand across the thin material covering her breasts, the nipples standing out like beacons. I didn't need any further instructions, but sheepishly and gradually let my hands roam above her knees, she liked my hands moving along her inner thigh. She said your not going to stop now are you, and spread her legs wide apart, she slipped her fingers beneath the red satin that was just covering her pussy, and closed her eyes. She pushed her fingers in, I touched her breasts they fealt so hard,, she opened her eyes, and reached down for my cock, telling me she wanted me inside her.. She slid her knickers down and opened her legs wide pulling me into her. It dint take long and I was shooting into her. She worked er mouth on me and made me hard again this time bending over so I could enter from behind, I lasted longer this time and she came to a noisy orgasm, her pussy gripping my cock. Aunt Barbara was always in my fantasies for a long time after that.

How i became a mommy

As I stood there watching him drive away tears streaming down my face, I knew he was the one I wanted and I would do anything I could to make that little boy happy. It all started in a hot summers night in early august. I was sitting at my computer bored out of my mind playing a online chatting game lets just call it new life. I wanted to start a little f****y on there hoping that, that empty feeling like something was missing would go away. I had already had several c***dren on there but I wanted a Little mommy's boy. So I found myself at an orphanage searching for the perfect little boy, 3 hours passed of non stop disappointment, I was tired and my other k**s where signing on wanting me home to play, so I got ready to leave when I saw this cute little boy just a few yards in front of me, I figured I have already wasted three hours why not a little more. so I walked over to him and Imed him, His name was PJ we talked for hours that night it was a instant connection, and the more and more I talked to him the more I was drawn to him. We both had many secretes we where dieing to share with each other, I got very curious about him and decided to go ahead and read his profile, that's when I knew there was something different about him, he was 27 years old in real life but claimed to be little at heart, now I am very open minded and had many friends whom where "little at heart". I wanted to learn more about him but I was defiantly to afraid to ask him thinking I might scare him off or overwhelm him, so I took it slow I eventually noticed that he was like a open book he didn't hide anything. Whatever I asked he would answer right away and was honest about everything, I contemplated for thirty minuets on if I should go ahead and ask him just what he meant by little at heart, I decided to wait and let him come to me about that, PJ and I talked for a few hours, I explained to him that I wanted f****y role play, that meant he must play back I asked if there was anything he wanted out of this, and he replied "I want to be treated as if I was your baby, I want the whole experience" I had no problem at all doing that. Over the next few weeks We spent every moment together, He loved to f****y role play and I finally felt complete. One night we stayed up talking till late, I wanted to know more about the adult side of him, He told me he didn't live alone but didn't say who they where to him so I assumed he had a roommate. I asked him about his goals in life and what he wanted, he then told me he wanted to find someone in real life who would accept him the way he is and would take care of him. I eventually asked him what he looked like so he sent me a pick of him. He was really cute, although you couldn't see much, it was of him in his car with sun glasses on, I didn't want to push it and ask for another one without the glasses thinking he might be self conchence about himself and wasn't ready to show me who he really was, I sent him a pic of me and he lit up, he sent me dozens of smiley faces and told me I was gorgus, IT had been a long time sense I had been complimented like that and I loved every moment of it. The next day He got on and I was Set in my ways that I was gonna get more from him, weather it be a pic or something else, That night I waited till the other k**s logged off for the night and it was just Pj and I, heh "PJ and I" I love saying that. I waited for twenty minuets after I had tucked him into bed and laid next to him before I finally asked him if he had a mic, he replied yes, I then asked him if he would like to talk to me, he got quite for a few minuets then replied yes. After sitting there for 3 minuets trying to play it cool and calm down from my excitement I hit the talk button and said hi, he got quite again, I waited then typed "can you hear me" he replied yes, I was so confused, he said he wanted to talk why wasn't he talking, I asked and he said he was shy, I giggled and hit talk again, "there's nothing to be shy about, just talk to me" I waited again, finally I see his voice dot turn green and I hear him say hi. I was instantly attracted to him, his voice just melted in my hears, it was deep but soothing. After a few hours of us just talking on mic he finally came around and got over being shy, he finally told me he had to go to bed, I got quite and sad I wanted to talk to him more, But even more I wanted to hear him call me mommy, He said good night ill see you tomorrow, I immedently said wait, my hands got sweaty and I could feel my heart racing, I got so nervous but I needed to hear it, I wanted it bad, I finally got the courage and clicked talk " before you go I want something" he replied with "whats that" I could hear the nervousness in his voice I clicked talk again " I want you to say good night mommy, i love you" He got extremely quite, I clicked talk again "are u there" he replied "yes" I waited for four minutes I was just about to tell him never mind when I saw his dot turn green again, this time his voice was very c***d like and had an scared to death tone, " goodnight mommy, I love you" My face turned red with blushes, my heart melted my body got tingly and my toes went numb, I replied back "good night baby, mommy loves you too" I imedently heard giggles, those giggles are forever ringing in my head. I didn't sl**p much that night, tomorrow was Saturday and he was always on in the mornings every Saturday and Sunday. 9 am finally came and I got up and logged on first thing, and there he was just standing in his crib waiting for me to log on and get him out, I decided to go ahead and set up a private call, no answer. I saw him typing so I waited before asking why not, he said he wasn't alone that we would talk tonight. I wanted to know just who it was that lived with him. after two hours of f****y role play he said he had to go he had things to do that day he would be back that night, I as well had to things to do so I logged off. That night I logged on, no PJ I was a little concerned cause he was usually on by now. 3 hours passed and he finally got on, he immedently imed me and told me he got caught up and that he wasn't alone tonight after all. I was curious as to why he couldn't talk to me on mic even if he did have a roommate, its not like we where doing anything bad. I talked to him in im's for a little then finally asked him why he couldn't talk to me, it took him several minutes to reply and I couldn't help but to notice hes hesitating on telling me things. he finally replied back with the most shocking news," I'm married" I felt my heart crack just a little, I'll admit I was crushing on him big time, I immedently got quite, I couldn't go threw with him anymore then just This online game. I am a magnet when it comes to attracting married men, I have been used and hurt to many times and in the end it always ends the same way, Me standing there holding my heart in pieces laying there in my hands. I tried my best to turn myself around and just continue on with him being my c***d on new life. It didn't work i found myself still falling for him, he had what I wanted and needed, and oh my goodness did I want it bad, I myself had a dirty little secrete and I couldn't blame him for not telling me....after all, I to had a finance, After a few hours of talking about him and his wife, I learned that he too was having problems with his relationship as well as I. I eventually got over the fact of him having a wife and moved on still very much falling for him. I eventually told him about josh and my situation and he understood where I was coming from and accepted it without hesitation. The next day PJ didn't log on till that night, finally he was alone, I imed him and asked him if we could talk over mic, he without hesitation set up a private call due to my other k**s being around. mmmm his voice, its like music to your ears so soothing and comforting. That night we stayed up till 3 am talking, I noticed that in the previous nights PJ would do some flirting with me I didn't mind it at all But there was still something he was hiding I knew he liked being treated like a baby, but I never did understand why he liked it so much, We sat down at the table and began to talk, PJ got quite i new something was bothering him, I didn't want to talk on mic at the moment so i typed "pj whats wrong?" "nothing mommy" he typed back, LIES I knew he was lieing, "I know something is wrong, just tell me" PJ started to type but kept erasing it and typing again, after seeing him do that 3 times I finally told him he didn't have to if he was uncomfortable he replied back saying it wasn't that he was uncomfortable he was just worried that it would scare me away from him that he liked me and didn't want to ruin anything. I assured him that nothing he could say would make me turn away from him I was very open minded and didn't judge people by the life styles they choose to live. He Remained quite I finally spoke up "out with it pj, i know what you want and i might want it to but you have to tell me first. PJ just gave me a smiley face and said ok, I noticed he was typing something again so i patiently waited for him to finish, finally there it was the answer I was waiting for, He proceeded to tell me that he was in charge of a very large staff at his job and had to deal with lots of stress and hard choices, he then explained to me that he was a baby, an Adult Baby. I was in shock, I was expecting him to say he wanted me to cyber with him not that he was an Adult Baby, I've never really met an Adult Baby before, I've see them on the tv, you know the ones where they wear those HUGE thick diapers, carrying oversize binkeys with a lacy bib and did nothing but talk about using there diapers. I didn't know what to think, I was curious and definitely wanted to know more. I went ahead and asked him if he worn diapers he replied yes, I then assumed he used them so I shared my opinion on that and told him I thought that was gross but to each him own. He simply laughed and told me he did not use them, only whore them, boy was I revealed. PJ then dropped what he was saying and asked me what i meant by "i know what you want and i might want it to but you have to tell me first", my face immedently turned red, I replied "nothing just forget it", pj was not one to just forget things, if something caught his interest he wanted to know every detail about it, PJ kept hounding me, finally i just came out with it, "I thought you wanted sex" I replied, PJ got quite again, finally he typed in "no, what would makes you think that" I paused for a sec then wrote, because you've been flirting and hitting on me allot, PJ laughed "I wont deny it, i do have a bit of a crush on u and some of the convos we have had did inspire me to have late nights even after we logged off", I was in shock....maybe he did like me after all, We continued talking about common interests over the next few hours . I was curious and wanted to know more about his baby side. The next day I planed on getting more info from him, I desperately wanted to know this guy I was falling for. The next day came and i decided to do some research on Adult Baby's they where nothing like what I had imagined and i don't know why but Ive always had a slight fetish of being treated like a c***d myself, but for some reason i was gaining a fetish for being a mommy, that night I logged on and he was on, I instantly invited him into a voice call. We started to talk about diapers first I wanted to know how often he wore them, why he loved them where dose he get them and who gets them for him. He said he didn't wear them often due to his wife not liken that part of him, he only gets to wear them when he is home alone. I could feel myself getting wetter wondering if he was wearing them now. he said he loved wearing them cause it makes him feel like a infant and he felt the need to feel like a infant, I had no problem with that at all, something about the thought of a grown man in diapers turned me on. He told me hes to shy to buy them himself so he either orders them online or has his wife buy them while they are on sale. I never did understand why she would buy them for him if she didn't like it. We then started to talk about baby cloths, he told me he has lots, onesies footed jemmies, and regular toddler like cloths, at this point I was throbbing I could feel my clit swell it was begging to be touched, I could hear PJ's voice crackle as his breaths got heavier, I knew something was up but i didn't care I myself was ready to be touched, I slide my hands in my panties and began to play with my clit, it felt so good i needed him to keep talking so I kept asking him to describe his cloths and tell me when he would wear them, finally i said if I was with you What and when would u want me to dress you, Pj's mic turned off and he got quite, at this point I was to close to stop, i laid back and closed my eyes picturing the man i saw in the pic in a diaper and onsie, now only if i could remove those sun glasses. I got faster and faster, I rolled my hips along with my fingers i was on the verge of cumming, he finally came back on mic and giggled asking why I was asking him all of this, I came instantly after hearing his voice, I sat there calming down and cleared my thought, hit talk and replied "I was just curious" "oh" he said a few minutes past and I asked him what he was doing to that made his voice crackle and breath heavy, I wanted to let him know I knew. "Nothing" he said quickly, I knew he was lieing and I wanted to push the truth out, "no really what where u doing,i know u where doing something just tell me" I heard him whimper just a little "I was jerking off" I got quite, I knew it. I just wished he would have let me hear him. I thought about it for a sec and just bluntly said "I wanna hear it" "really?" he said "yea why not, obviously something I said turned you on so why not" he got quite again, "ok next time I will" he said. I was excited, I know knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted what I wanted. The next night he was alone again, and I was hungry for more, after the k**s signed off it was me and him again, I immedently started in on the baby talk, I knew that would get him going, after all he loved being treated like a baby right. there it was, I heard his voice change again his breaths pick up, "don't turn your mic off this time keep going I want to hear the baby cum in his diaper" that must have set him off cause within seconds I heard his mones get louder and louder ah ah aH AH AHHHHHH finally he came "awwww did baby get his diapey wet" "I love you mommy" is all he said, and that's all he needed to say, I fell and I fell hard. The next week was nothing but cyber sex, we just couldn't get enough, now I was only 20, and he was 27, I love older men, the thought of fucking an older guy was exstreamly hot, it was defiantly a turn on, my birthday was right around the corner, and I wanted something special, I had never been taken out on a real date, I met my finance when I was 16 we had been together scence then he was my first and only at that point, don't get me wrong I loved him but after 5-6 years of fighting and being treated like a toy you want more to life for yourself. that day me and the finance got into a huge fight, I told him to stop or he was gonna push me away, he never takes my threats seriously, this time I was sireouse weather I ended up with PJ or not, I was done. PJ knew that I have never been on a real date and I always ended up with pigs, He wanted to be different, he wanted to be everything I wanted and needed, That night when I logged on PJ said he had a surprise for me to find a pretty dress and im him when im ready, I did as I was asked and Imed him, PJ Teleported me into his sky box on new life, I about cried, he set up a dinner table with candles on a green table cloth black chairs with big pink bows on the back, strains of white sparkling lights above the table, decorative plants around and sent me links with soft romantic music, We talked and dances for hours, it was the most romantic thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. We started talking about birthdays, he told me his and I told him mine, He asked me what I wanted for my birthday, jokingly I said you. He got quite then he asked if I really wanted to see him, My mind just froze so many things raced threw my head, my heart was pounding, my hands got sweaty again, could I do this? hes married, I have a finance, I had to, I needed to see him, he was just to perfect to be true, and if he is who he says he is, I cant just let him go, I need to know. I NEED to meet him. I couldn't bring myself to say it, so I typed it, "yes" We began talking about it more, He began to show me more about his baby side he showed me pics of all the outfits he had, that's when i noticed he had a few girly things and dresses, I asked him why he had those and hats when I found out that my little baby boy is now my little prissy baby boy. I wanted it all, but I didn't want to pressure him and he didn't want to pressure me, so we came up with safely words if one of us is moving to fast for the other, The next day he had everything set up and we planed for him to come down on my birthday, that quickly changed he had stuff come up at work and we needed to move it, so we decided the weekend before my birthday. That night I finally added him to my messenger outside of the game and found out he had a web cam. I wanted so bad to see him without the glasses and in his outfits, but mainly wanted him in a little dress, As i sat there waiting for the messenger to finish adding him I convened myself to ask him for the webcam invite, I imed him and asked and surprisingly he sent me one, There he was, My little baby boy, I finally got to see him, all of him, Damn he was perfect, brode chest, puffy baby cheeks red with blushes dark brown hair, greenish bluish eyes, 100% perfect, and absolutely all mine. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, I just sat there staring at him in awe, I knew what I wanted, and I was gonna get it one way or another, I began baby talking him, telling him how cute he was, and how much I would love to see him in a diaper, his face was now bright red with a huge smile on him, I slowly started typing "Can I see you in a diaper?" to keep myself from talking myself out of it I quickly pressed enter and waited, I saw him look down at his pants and back to the screen, he slowly unbuttoned his pants, my eyes now glued to that spot I felt that wet feeling again, at this point i was to far in to ignore it, my hands found there way into my panties again, i sat there and watched him stand up and pull down his pants, there he was, there was my little baby boy, standing there in his diaper, I shoved my fingers deep into my tight pussy hole, it had been a while seance me and josh had done anything It felt so good to have something in me again, I wanted to see it, I wanted to see his cock, I wanted to know what could be inside me at that very moment, I finally asked him and after allot of convincing He finally went and put on his dress and came back, before he set down I couldn't help but notice his diaper bulging out, He was hard and I wanted to please my little baby, so I voice called him and began telling him how much of a cute lil girl he made, and how he was making mommy's pussy very wet, I then asked him to rub the outside of his diaper for me, without hesitation his hand was there, I started to ask him if he wanted to cum for mommy, and he said yes very whiny, I went ahead and gave the ok for him to cum, my fingers now sliding in and out of my tight pussy faster and faster, I could feel my pussy tighten around my fingers I was close. PJ poured baby lotion into his hands and slowly stuck it into his diaper, I sat there gazing at him watching his diaper move up and down, I slowed down my fingers and went the same speed as him, using my other hand I started to rub my clit, faster, I said, as I watched his diaper move faster "that's mommy's good little girl, squeeze that cock harder, your such a prissy little boy aren't you" his head leaned back and he started moneing with me, I picked up the pace and started pounding my fingers in me, "let me see it baby I wanna see that cock" I watched closely with anticipation as he pulled back his diaper letting his hard lotion covered cock pop out of this diaper, "mmmmmmm yes theirs my baby's cock, now pump it faster" I laid back into the chair and closed my eyes picturing his cock sliding in and out of me, there it was I was cumming, I began to mone louder and louder, this only sending my little boy nuts knowing his mommy is cumming thinking of his cock, he begins cumming as well. We both sat there, tired and worn out trying to catch our breaths, I looked over And there he was my baby boy, I knew right Then I was falling in love with him. I loved everything about him at that point, and knew that it was only gonna be deeper when I was to meet him that weekend. The days passed slowly, the closer and closer it got to Saturday the slower the time seem to go. But it was here IT was Finally Saturday I woke up at 5 30 am scared and nervousness out of my mind, I tried to go back to sl**p but I just couldn't, I felt like a k** waiting on Christmas morning, In just 30 minuets my baby boy would be calling me leaving his house on his way to mine. I laid in bed as thoughts filled my mind, what if he doesn't like me? what if I'm not pretty enough for him? what if I cant be the mommy he wants or needs, I so desperately wanted to be everything he wanted or needed, I must have been lost in thoughts cause the phone rang, I looked at the time it was exactly 6 it had to be him, I grabbed the phone and answered it, "hey baby I'm calling to let u know I'm on my way" I could feel my stomach fill with butterfly's I was so nervousness, he lived exactly 3 hours away, so in just 3 hours I will meet my baby boy for the first time, I knew he was mine, all mine, he was submissive in every way and I knew that I could practically get him to do whatever I wanted, I just have to step up and be the dominate mommy, how hard could that be I'm already dominate I just had to get the mommy part down. Three hours have finally passed and the phone rings its him "hey baby I'm like 12 minutes away" I start to panic but try so hard not to let him hear it in my voice "OK baby boo, ill be outside waiting for you" I hang up the phone and walk outside, the cool air blows on me, my shirt is thin material so my nipples instantly get hard, oh god now I'm really panicky, its to late to put a bra on, and even if i do its not gonna help much. I open my car door and I sit down, taken deep breaths to help calm down, I keep glance into the review mirror and I see tires one a red tracker enter my yard. This is it, my baby boy is here, he pulls up next to me and I look over, Hes still sitting in his car, so I exit mine and stand in front of it, I take a look at him and hes sitting there staring at me, as if I wasn't nervous enough, but to have him just sit in his car looking at me only makes my mind race more, I start thinking to myself, oh no, is he gonna just back out and leave, am I what he wants, Please let me be what he wants. He opens the door and steps out, and walks over to me, there he stands, the most beautiful man I have ever had the pleasure to meet, he truly was something else. It felt so good to be able to look into his eyes, they sparkled with innocents, he was absolutely perfect, We where both very nervous and didn't spend much time looking at each other, finally he broke the ice and gave me a hug, I can still remember exactly how he smelled, he soft skin on mine, the way I felt in his arms, it was just right. We decided to walk into the house, by that time josh had already disapeard to his computer room so it was just me and him sitting on the couch, he pulled out two Ds's and handed me one to play Mario kart with him, we played a couple rounds as i noticed him scooting closer to me, my body started to shake my mind kept wondering, I had told him earlier to wear a diaper and a plain onsie under his cloths, and my mind just kept going back to that, impatiently waiting and wanting to know if he actually had them on, at this point Pj was sitting right next to me, I looked over to him and he leaned in and cuddled on me, It was perfect, I handed him his Ds and he put it away returning to cuddle with me, I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, he sighed with content, we stayed like that for a few minuets till I finally heard the words I was so desperately wanting to hear, he mumbles out shyly and quietly "can i kiss you?" I couldn't talk I just smiled down to him and shook my head yes, He leaned up and our lips touched for the first time, He has such soft plump lips, I got goose bumps and never wanted that kiss to end. I heard josh stat walking down the hall way so I quickly sat him up and waited for josh to return to his room, I looked over at PJ and saw he was staring at me again, only this time I didn't feel self conchence, I loved the way he was looking at me, I could see love in his eyes, And I started to see the c***d in him, It was time to take josh to work We all got into the car and he sat up front with me. It was a very awkward and quite ride. I pulled into the parking lot to let josh out, as soon as he closed the door PJ said he was hungry how about some lunch, I said sure, we ended up going to subway and went back to my house to eat, we walked into the house and sat down at the dinner table and we started to eat our sandwiches, I couldn't wait any longer I had to see if he was wearing them I wanted to see my baby boy, so I asked him to stand up and take off his cloths, He did as told slowly he un buttoned his shirt i could see the top of his white onsie and noticed u could also see the top of his diaper sticking out of his pants under his onsie, i watched as he removed his belt and un buttoned his pants sliding them off slowly. My panties now soaked, and there he was my little baby boy Standing in front of me, his diaper fit him so perfect, he had the cutest little bubble but and that onsie fit him perfectly, I no longer seen A grown man in a diaper, I saw a c***d, his stance was perfected his facial expressions witch matched a 3 year old. I finally had him, He was MINE. PJ finished eating, and i took him by the hand and walked over to the couch and pulled out the bed, WE laid down and I pulled him up on my lap and held him. PJ grabbed my pinky toe "this lil piggy went to the marked" he grabbed the next "this lil piggy stayed home" I smiled and sat there quietly as he continued "this lil piggy had umm it had...it hads ROAST BEEFS" he garbed the second to last, "this little piggy had none" he grabbed my big toe and said "this lil piggy went we we we" at that point it attack him with tickles and finished it for him. PJ giggled and turned his head gently kissing me again. I kissed him back as I slid my hands down his chest, He knew I wanted him right then, He pulled me around and on top of him, I began Kissing him and rubbing the outside of his diaper I could feel his hard cock beneath my hand. I unbuttoned his onsie and slide my hand up it slowly un taping his diaper, Paused for a sec waiting for him to say no, nothing, so i kept going, finally i had his diaper all undone and his cock fully exposed, it was perfect, average size, very thick, and perfect shape, I knew he wanted it bad, his cock was dripping with precum I grabbed his cock and wrapped my hand around it, HE immedently stopped me and told me I needed lotion, He got up and got his baby lotion laying back down and handed it to me, I looked at him nervously wand poured the lotion on my hand grabbing a hold of his cock again, I began stroking him slowly, telling him he was a good little baby for mommy, My arm was getting tired and so i let him take over till he got to the point of him about to cum, I started kissing him, then his neck and back to his lips, I glanced into his eyes and turned my attention to his ear, softly I started to nibble on it, He announced he was close so I grabbed ahold of his cock and again and finished jacking the baby off, he came everywhere, all over his belly and my hand, I never did like the feeling of cum on my hands so I got up right away and washed it off returning to the pull out bed laying down as he cleaned up. PJ returned and laid down next to me, he could sense I was very horny and wanted release, HE started to kiss me again, running his hands down to my thighs and up the my shorts leg holes, slowly and gently he slide my panties aside his fingers now finding out just how wet I really was, with ease his finger slide to my clit, as he gently rubbed in circles, now kissing him harder spreading my legs wider for him allowing him full access his fingers slide down to my tight whole as he slowly slide one in me getting me use to him, then gently added another one, I was out of control I couldn't hold back much longer i was ready to explode, he felt me tighten around his fingers and began pumping them in and out faster, my pussy walla began to throb my body began jerking and my mones came louder, i was cumming and i was cumming fast and hard, I begged Pj to keep going, I didn't want him to stop, I ended up cumming 3 times before He finally stopped. I laid there resting before going to clean myself up, That happened 4 more times before it was time for dinner, I needed to put PJ into a new diaper but had no idea how, so I grabbed one and let PJ show me how, I must always remember pee pee down or it will hurt. Pj decided he was gonna take me out for my birthday we went to longhorn, He was the perfect gentle man. I never wanted that night to end. That night on the way to pick josh up from work, i heard my baby sing for the first time, He had the voice of an angel. I loved it when he song I felt peaceful and content. Now i have lots of beads hanging on my review mirror, and of course with him being a baby hes gonna play with them. Pj asked where I got them all and I told him Where I got each one and how much they meant to me, He smiled and said they where pretty. I reached up and garbed my favorite one witch was red with hearts on it, and I put it around his neck, he asked what that was for and I just smiled and told him that they where his now, and as long as he has them he will always have his mommy with him. I could see his eyes get teary and he grabbed the beads and held onto them tightly, that night after we got back home, I said goodnight to josh and found myself in the room with PJ I placed him in a Fresh diaper and He pulled out his faverate footed jemmies showing me them, I knew he wanted me to put it on him so I did, I laid down next to him and pulled him into me laying my head on his chest I could smell fresh baby powder and lotion coming from his diaper I fell asl**p on him. That next morning, I woke up and got something to Drink and came back to bed, I noticed my baby had morning wood, so I reached over and started to rub the outside of his diaper again, his eyes filled with lust, He became whiny and restless, He wanted it and he wanted it bad, i unzipped his jemmies and reached into his diaper gently laying with him, his voice cracked and became whiny again, I heard him mumble "I want in you", I knew what he wanted but I ignored what he said and pretended not to hear it, I was scared and nervous, we hadn't gone that far yet, and it was only the 2nd day of meeting him, he rolled over and started rubbing the outside of my panties again, I spread my legs for him again, He leans in and whispers again "I want in you" I wanted it too at that point and i sure as hell couldn't pretend not to hear it that time, I looked at him and asked if he had anything, he slowly nodded yes, I looked up at the ceiling, I had never been with anyone besides josh, should I let him? I looked back to him and told him to get them, without hesitation he bent over me and grabbed the box handing it to me, I grabbed the box and opened it pulling out a strawberry flavored condom. I opened it and slowly rolled it onto his cock. I looked up at him and instantly took his cock into my mouth, IT was big, and my mouth was small, I had a very hard time fitting it in, I knew it was gonna hurt in my pussy I wasn't use to something that thick. I heard him grone and say ok ok he told me once before he didn't really like blowjobs they do nothing for him, I laid on my back and opened my legs for him again and gave him the ok, PJ climbed on top of me and positioned his cock at my hole and slowly slid it in, yup I was right, pain and lots of it, I asked him to stay still for a min till i got use to it, after the pain went away i nodded in approval and he starts slowly pumping in and out, It felt so good to have him inside me, i didn't have to pretend or fantasize anymore, I could actually feel it, I slowly ran my nails down his back and looked him in the eyes, He began pumping faster and faster, I knew he wasn't gonna last long i spread my legs as far apart as I could giving him every inch he could take, I was so close, PJ started to cum he pulled out, I was slightly disappointed but to in love to care, besides I had a plan for later, and I was gonna get mine. PJ laid beside me and pulled me in close, I could smell sex in the air, but mostly I could smell baby powder I don't know why but for some reason that smell was just turning me on more, I was ready for round two, I rolled over to kiss him and start in again but I could tell my baby was to tired so I was just gonna wait and let him rest, after taken josh to work again we decided to go to the mall, IT was raining and a little cold, I loved the rain, The water just feels so good dropping on your skin, We walked into the mall and I reached over grabbing his hand, I loved the way my hand fit so perfectly into his, He had soft big hands. As we walked threw the mall He found the toy store baby's just love toys, We walked in and his eyes went big, so many different toys, from stuffed a****ls to toy guns, PJ started to tell me how much he loved trains and legos, but not the newer legos those suck, he loved the old ones, he told me how he had space ships and witch ones he was missing, I really wished i could buy the ones he was missing for him, I wanted nothing more then to spoil my baby boy, After looking at the toys we decided to go to the arcade, He told me how he owned some arcade games and vending machines and how he has them set up at his job, I Felt so proud of him, he was only 27 and has already accomplished most of his goals in life, Things an average 27 year old wouldn't have, I'm not much of one to play arcade games but I loved to watch, He tried a few and then came to the conclusion they where all rigged (mommy already knew that) but i wasn't gonna ruin his fun, Pj smiled at me and then said et oh looking down to his tummy, my baby was hungry, We walked into the food court and got him some food, as i sat there waiting for PJ to finish my mind kept going back to what happened just a few hours earlier, I could still feel his cock stretching my pussy, I wanted it again, I wanted to feel that feeling again, my body was tingling I just had to have it, I NEEDED it. PJ Started to ask me if there where any arcades near by I smiled and said yes, i'm sure there are a few, He asked if we could go, "sure hunny as soon as your done" PJ smiled and said I am let me just get something to put the rest of this in and we will take it with us, i nodded in approval and patiently waited, We weren't going to go to an arcade, mommy wanted her baby and she was gonna get him, He came back and said he was ready, we got up and headed out to the car, I noticed i had left the lights on in the car and thought crap the battery is probably gonna be dead, We got in and thank god my car started, I backed up and started to head for the street, PJ asked how far away the arcade was, I smiled and told him, "where not going to an arcade baby doll" PJ looks at me with a sad face "Where not?" I smiled seductively at him, "no hunny where going home, I cant take it any longer I need you now" PJ's face went from frowning to a very big smile, His hand now reaching over in my seat as he placed it on my thigh, He now new I needed him and he wasn't about to let me off that easy, that little boy was evil, He slide his hand down my thigh playing with my knee, I don't know what it is but I have this thing with my knees, all someone has to do is gently and seductively touch them and I'm ready to go, PJ smiled and said "I've never had someone want me so bad they couldn't wait" only if he really knew. We pulled into the yard and came inside, I Grabbed his dress out of his bag and tossed it to him "slide that on baby girl, mommy is gonna go take a shower quietly sit and watch tv till I am done". PJ smiled at me and said yes mommy, I grabbed my towel headed for the shower, I could hear him in the living room giggling at the cartoons, my mind raced, my hands wounderd, I was so wet and sensitive to the touch, finished washing up and got out, dried off and slipped on my nighty and pair of panties, I walked into the living room and pj stood up and gave me a hug, "mmm you smell good mommy" I smiled at him, "thank you, maybe you can tell me if i taste good" PJ gave me a confused look, I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bed, I laid back and opened my legs for him "mommy wants you to do something for her" PJ smiled, he new exactly what I wanted, He slid off my panties and laid between my legs, I could feel his hot breath now on my pussy, my clit twitched, I was ready, PJ parted my lips and gently found my clit with his tongue, I instantly let out a mone, His tongue now ravishingly licking at my clit. I opened my legs as wide as I could I wanted to cum so bad, Warm sensations paused threw my body, I could feel my pussy starting to drip "faster" I moned PJ was now Licking as fast and hard as he could, "you like licking mommy's tight little pussy" I asked, I could feel his voice vibrate in my pussy as he replied yes, that was it, I was there. I grabbed his hear and I pushed his head down into my pussy, my back arched and i started to jerk, My mones now as loud as I could get, I was cumming In his mouth, PJ licked up ever bit, sat up and smiled widely "I did good mommy?" I giggled and nodded yes "very good baby boy, very good". I was still laying there trying to catch my breath, now week from cumming but I still wanted more, "Go get a condom baby" i smiled and said to him, PJ jumped up and ran off for a condom, he came back and opened it up quickly and slid it on after tearing his diaper off, at this point i knew my baby was ready to burst. I nodded and gave him the ok to stick it in, PJ claimed on top of me again and slide it in, this time it went in a little easier, my pussy still tightly around his cock, PJ placed one arm on the arm rest and the other on the back of the couch holding himself up, I wrapped my legs around him and He began pounding into me, I absolutely loved the way his cock felt in me, I opened my legs up even more I wanted it all in me ever single inch. pj looked down at me staring me in the eyes, he bent down and kisses me gently smiling at me, I ran my hands up his dress and around to his back gently running my nails down it, PJ was now pounding me as fast and as hard as he could, "dose baby girl like pounding mommy's tight little pussy?" His eyes widen as he mones out yes very whiny, he opened his mouth ah ah aH AH AHHHHHHHHHHHH, "good little baby, cum in mommy's pussy, fill her up" PJ collapsed on me. I wrapped my arms around him holding him tightly and kissed his head, "such a good little boy" PJ giggled and just laid in my arms, After a few minutes passed and he was soft, he went ahead and pulled out and got up, We both looked at the time it was 4 , he had to leave in just a hour, I got up and went into the other bathroom to clean up as he cleaned up, I walked out of the room only to find PJ standing in the middle of the kitchen, He smiled and said huggies as he reached out his arms, I started to cry again, I didn't want him to leave, but he assured me he would be back. We walked into the spare room and I sat him on the bed and laid him back to diaper him one last time, as he finished packing his things up, He turned and looked at me I should go ahead and take these out to the car, I nodded an ok. PJ walked his things out to the car, as i sat on the bed, i couldn't take it anymore the tears just started rolling out, I tried so hard to hold them back, my baby boy just came into my life and now i have to watch him leave, I new he was coming back but that still didn't stop me from crying. I was shaken and trembling, I could feel my heart break and there was nothing i could do to stop it, PJ came back in and saw me crying, he walked over to me and wiped away the tears from my face "please don't cry mommy, ill be back, i promise" those words only made it worse, i knew he cared allot about me but i wasn't as sure if he felt the same way i did. He stood me up and hugged me tightly, looked at me and asked if id walk him out, I grabbed his pillow I remember begging for him to leave it here earlier, but he said he couldn't it was his favorite one, I said fine then ill just keep the pillow case cause it smells just like you, again he couldn't only cause his wife would be pissed her pillowcase was missing, I didn't mind him having a wife, cause I had a finance I cant be mad at someone for having something that i do, But i wont deny I was jealous, I wanted him for myself I wanted to be the girl he came home to everyday and the one who tucked him in every night. I knew i loved him, and always would. I walked him out to his car, he turned to me and grabbed the pillow, he looked at me, you know i wish i could leave u this, "i know" i said, he placed it in the back of the car, he turned to me one last time and wiped the tears away again, I looked at his cute little baby face and gently kisses his lips holding onto him tightly. PJ let go and said it was time to go. I garbed his door with my hand and waited for him to get in and then closed it, he slide over his seat belt and clicked it, smiled at me as he started the car and then blew me a kiss, As I stood there watching him drive away tears streaming down my face, I knew he was the one I wanted and I would do anything I could to make that little boy happy. And with tears streaming down my face I watched him leave. I walked inside and sat down on the couch where we just made love a hour ago, I couldn't stop crying, i cried for 45 minutes until I heard the phone ring, I got up and walked over to it and answered "hello?" and all I could hear was this c***d like voice,"I love you with all my heart mommy, I cant wait till I get to see you again".

Castlebridge Hall Conspiracies (part one)

Castlebridge Hall Conspiracies. The autumn wind was blowing hard around the ancient eaves of Castlebridge Hall; whistling in the chimney pots, rattling the panes of the upstairs windows and whipping the piles of newly fallen leaves into dancing columns in the eddies formed in the corners of the Hall’s wings. The venerable poplars lining the drive to the front facade swayed alarmingly in the powerful gusts and white fluffy clouds were driven frantically across a blue autumnal sky, occasionally occluding the sun, and casting racing shadows to flit over the parklands and countryside about the Hall. In spite of the strong wind, it was a day to cherish; a day when the air seemed clear and the autumn hues seemed vivid and sharply defined. You might perhaps have had to hold on to your hat or clutch your skirt about your knees and raise your voice against the note of the gale but it was nevertheless a day on which it felt good to be out of doors with the wind in your hair and feel alive. But the rushing wind had little effect on the solid masonry of Castlebridge Hall and, within its massive walls, the gale was but a distant murmur and a low whistling in the fireplaces. In the old great library of the Hall the wind outside was barely even that and scarcely touched the sombre reverent quietude of that great formal chamber of sober study and reflection. Indeed the only noticeable sounds in the library at that moment were the ticking of the library clock and the soft whimpers from the young chambermaid kneeling on a bench facing the wall with her hands on her head. The reasons for this young lady’s quiet sobbing and evident distress were not hard to discern. Her skirt and petticoat were raised above her waist and tucked into position. Her knickers were folded neatly on a nearby table and her exposed buttocks and backs of her thighs were red and swollen with livid crimson welts. Seated at a large desk a few feet away, Thomas Greenwood, the Hall’s majestic butler, was making an entry into a large leather bound ledger in front of him. This imposing tome was the most feared book in the entire library and one in which nobody desired to have their name inscribed, for it was the Hall’s punishment register; the record of all formal disciplinary measures carried out in the Hall. Greenwood was writing carefully in his neat precise hand. It was his solemn duty to record that Penny Wainwright of the housekeeping department had been found guilty of negligence and wanton carelessness, endangering the safety of other members of the household and blatant dishonesty when confronted with the evidence of her misdeeds. It was his further duty to record that, as a result of her behaviour, the said young lady had been sentenced to, and received, fifty strokes of the cane on her bare backside. The great library was the usual forum for disciplinary inquiry and the administration of formal punishments at Castlebridge Hall and it was well equipped to serve those functions. There was a large desk before which any suspect was obliged to formally present themself and account for their conduct before a senior staff member or panel. Should their guilt be established, their explanations judged to be inadequate and they be unfortunate enough to have a sentence of formal punishment passed upon them, then all the necessary tools and items of furniture required for the execution of that punishment lay readily to hand. Not least among these items was the library’s ancient and much feared caning stool. This massive oak stool with its restraining straps on its legs and the broad leather strap across its top for the securing of the waist was the item of furniture that poor little Penny Wainwright had, in the last half hour, become so intimately acquainted with. It was quiet in the library now perhaps but just a little earlier it had been anything but. Strapped firmly down over the stool, with her toes clear of the ground, Penny had screamed loud and long as Greenwood had applied the long cane firmly to her naked bottom and the backs of her legs. Now, as was customary, she was obliged to remain kneeling motionlessly on the bench against the wall, with her beaten rear exposed, to absorb the lesson of her punishment and to reflect upon her conduct for a minimum of thirty minutes. Greenwood finished his entry in the punishment register and picked up a smaller file that lay next to it. It was Penny’s own personal disciplinary and conduct record. These files were a relatively recent innovation in the Hall. In the summer Greenwood and other senior staff members had become increasingly concerned with the falling standards of diligence and application to their work of the Hall’s small army of serving girls and housemaids. When Lord Castlebridge himself had taken Greenwood to task on the matter he had decided to act decisively to arrest the erosion of the work ethic in the household. As an immediate consequence of that decision four of the worst offenders had been ordered to the library and birched to set an example to their colleagues. It had been a memorable day at the Hall. The punishment register recorded that Alicia Taunton, Betty Clark and Magdalena Alvares had each received fifty strokes of the birch switch at the birching post while Charlotte Carlson, as the most persistent transgressor, had been obliged to suffer seventy five. The day stood out in the Hall’s collective memory not only because of the birching administered to the four young ladies but also because it was on the same day that Lord Castlebridge had sentenced his own wife to fifty strokes of the cane for foolishly squandering seven thousand pounds on the horses at Ascot. There had been workmen in the library at that time so Greenwood, as the Hall’s official disciplinarian, had been obliged to administer Her Ladyship’s caning in his pantry. To complete what had proved to be a remarkable week, only a few days later, Brenda Brideshead, the beautiful but somewhat foolish wife of one of the junior partners in Lord Castlebridge’s business emporium had had her name entered into the punishment register as well. For her criminal indiscretion leading to considerable financial loss to His Lordship’s business she had been strapped naked to the very stool so recently vacated by Penny Wainwright and received the severe sentence of one hundred strokes of the cane. The immediate effects of this swift application of discipline had been gratifying and there’d been a noticeable tightening of standards about the Hall. Greenwood and his senior colleagues however had not been content to rest upon the fruits of this immediate improvement however. Unless constant vigilance was maintained it was all too likely that the domestic staff would retire into complacency and their slip shod habits would begin to re-emerge. In order to prevent such an eventuality Greenwood had initiated a policy of strict surveillance and monitoring. Thus each young lady of the staff had now a personal file. At the end of each day they were to have their file signed by their superior and the standards of their work and conduct for the day noted. These files would then be examined when each girl was presented for a formal review three or four times a year. Should their record have proved exemplary over the interim since their last review then they could expect to be rewarded with a bonus or promotion. If however their record was less than satisfactory then they would be punished. The system had shown much promise since its inauguration. Some girls had indeed improved beyond recognition. Most notable of these was Charlotte Carlson, the girl who had received such a severe birching in the summer. The seventy five lashes she had endured must have had a most salutary effect on this young lady for her behaviour and deportment since had been blemishless and she had displayed admirable qualities of hard work and attention to her duties since. Charlotte had had her review just the week before and it had been the opinion of the review panel that, should she maintain her reformed standards up to her next review, she should be recommended for promotion and the subsequent augmentation of her salary that would entail. In other cases however the results had not shown the same improvement. Two days before, Helinka Piotrowski had had her review and her persistent lack of punctuality and tardiness had been evident from her file. It had earned her thirty strokes of the cane and a severe warning that if things did not improve over the next two months she would be facing the birch. And then of course there was Penny Wainwright. Greenwood opened Penny’s file with a sigh. Penny was due for her next review in ten days and, unless there was some remarkable change around in that time, she would be back in here for another thrashing. This latest episode was just one more incident in Penny’s woeful record. She had been caned back in August for carelessness leading to the breakage of a valuable item. There had also been several instances of her misconduct being dealt with within her department with informal punishments that were nevertheless recorded in her dossier. She had twice been strapped for laziness by her head housekeeper and on another occasion been paddled by the Head Gardener for sneaking off for a smoke in one of his sheds. Altogether there were far too many negative remarks in her file and this last misdeed was just the latest in a sorry line of her misconduct. She’d broken one of the vacuum cleaners through foolish carelessness and, fearing punishment, had failed to report the breakage and tried to conceal her part in it. The machine had been in a most dangerous condition as a result of her action and the Hall’s head of maintenance had expressed the opinion that it was a wonder that the next person to use it hadn’t been electrocuted. Fifty strokes had been the minimum Greenwood could have awarded her under the circumstances and, judging by the story told by her personal file, it was not the end of her troubles. Greenwood glanced at the young lady still snivelling against the wall and shook his head grimly. The welts from the cane across her rear were starting to turn purple and she was squirming slightly from the pain still throbbing in her nether portions. She still had another ten minutes to remain in her present position. After that she would be allowed to recover her knickers, adjust her dress and be dismissed. Then, unless there was an enormous improvement to be seen, her bottom would have ten days to heal before her review and the administration of its next corrective measures. Greenwood had already decided that, failing such an improvement, he would recommend a severe lesson with the birch as a means of reforming Miss Wainwright’s unacceptable record of conduct. ************************* Whilst the unfortunate Penny Wainwright was ruing the day in Castlebridge Hall’s library, another young lady was already regarding her own day with increasing trepidation, many miles away, outside Lord Castlebridge’s city office. His Lordship, seated behind his imposing mahogany desk in his office was alerted to the presence of his young visitor by his beautiful secretary Emilie. After her recognisable and private knock on his office door she glided in with all the predatory feline sensuality that was characteristic of her. Her tight skirt and loose fitting blouse clung to a frame of extraordinary loveliness and her long shapely legs were enclosed in dark stockings. She had rather more buttons open on her blouse than were really called for and she was flaunting the diamond earrings he had bought for her when she’d accompanied him on their last overseas business trip together. Emilie was more than just a sensual siren and His Lordship’s mistress however. She was also a highly efficient secretary, important in the running of Lord Castlebridge’s city office and she ruled her little empire within the business with Machiavellian cunning. Lord Castlebridge glanced up at her. “Ah! Are those the Pembrooke files you’re carrying Emilie?” “Yes sir.” “Capital! Shove ‘em in my in tray and I’ll take a look at them after lunch. Has the report from Allied Textiles arrived yet?” “Not yet sir.” “Well make sure you bring them to me as soon as they arrive Emilie.” “Of course sir. Will you be taking lunch at your club?” “Probably yes Emilie.” Emilie lowered her voice seductively. “And this evening....?” “I shall be driving home to the Hall Emilie.” Emilie pouted sulkily. “You could always come over to my apartment sir and let me cook dinner for you.” Lord Castlebridge shook his head. “I can’t do that Emilie. I promised my wife I’d be back early this evening.” Emilie tossed her hair back in a huff. “Hmmph! I’m sure your wife can find her own little amusements to keep her occupied while you spare some time for me!” Lord Castlebridge smiled to himself. There was little love lost between his wife and his secretary and Emilie’s oblique allusion to his wife’s “little amusements” was not lost on him. Emilie was quite well aware of his wife’s clandestine leisure activities. “That’ll do Emilie.” He admonished her. “Perhaps next week we’ll have an evening together. Was there anything else?” “Yes. Young Victoria Partridge just arrived for her monthly report.” Lord Castlebridge frowned. There was a sadistic streak to Emilie and her slight emphasis on the words “just arrived” were quite deliberate he knew. Victoria was five minutes late and, given His Lordship’s insistence on punctuality, Emilie was pleasantly certain that the young lady would come to regret her tardiness. “Ah yes! I’ll see to her now so bung her in Emilie.” Emilie grinned malevolently. “Very well sir.” She purred and flounced out of the door. Victoria was waiting nervously in the outside office. She was a small girl with pretty looks and dark brown hair that fell in natural waves over her shoulders. She was just twenty years old and a business student at a prestigious university in the city. She was also one of Lord Castlebridge’s young protégés. Lord Castlebridge was a chauvinistic man in most respects but, to his credit, he was a believer in encouraging more young women to enter the world of corporate business and to this end he was apt to sponsor a small number of promising looking young female students in their studies and providing them with the basis of a future career within his own company. He currently had four young ladies under his patronage and they counted themselves lucky to be so. His Lordship paid all their tuition fees at university, provided them with an allowance that made them the envy of many of their fellow students and assured them of a position within his company upon the successful achievement of their degrees. In the bleak economic climate prevailing, such a lifeline was a godsend to an aspiring young student when far too many of their colleagues were f***ed to wait on tables following their graduation and there were few openings for young graduates. Furthermore they gained valuable experience working for a salary in the company during off term periods or for part time work during term time. Lord Castlebridge’s patronage was remarkably fortuitous therefore. Of course there was a downside to this rosy scenario. The downside was monthly report day. In return for his patronage Lord Castlebridge insisted upon very close monitoring of each girl’s progress either at university or in the company. He was very strict with the standards he expected of his protégés and swift to discipline any failing whatsoever. Each girl was expected to present a formal report to him on a set day each month together with any work from the university and such were his demands for excellence that they were rarely days to be cherished. Victoria was just into her second year under His Lordship’s mentorship and, out of all the monthly reports she had been obliged to deliver, she could think of just two occasions that hadn’t resulted in painful recollections. Waiting nervously in the outer office, Victoria was under no illusions that today’s report held any happier prospects. Emilie grinned at the young girl sitting pale faced in the outer office clutching her briefcase in her small hands. Emilie had seen enough young ladies of Victoria’s ilk pass through the portals to His Lordship’s inner sanctum to know instantly when one of them had particular reason to fear what awaited her there. She smiled at Victoria with sadistic glee. “His Lordship will deal with you now Miss Partridge.” She told her sweetly. Victoria swallowed and rose to her feet. “Th...thank you.” She stammered and knocked hesitantly on the imposing door to Lord Castlebridge’s office. A barked command from within bade her enter and, taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Lord Castlebridge glanced up from his desk at her. “Good morning Victoria.” He intoned. Victoria curtsied politely. “Good morning My Lord. Permission to present my monthly report?” Lord Castlebridge nodded at her. “Carry on Victoria.” Victoria bit her lip and laid her briefcase down on a small table by the door. There was a very formal, strictly adhered to, ritual to be performed at her monthly report and it never varied. She reached behind her and unfastened her skirt. Her ensemble today had been the cause of much concern to her. Normally for her monthly report she was obliged to wear a plain clean blouse and a loose fitting knee length skirt. Unfortunately this morning she had discovered that she had no skirt of the proper length clean and so she’d had to resort to a much shorter rather frivolous loose skirt. It had already been the cause of much embarrassment to her for it was of such light material that the strong gusting winds had played havoc with her modesty on her way to her appointment with Lord Castlebridge. On several occasions a treacherous gust of wind had exposed her petite bottom clad in white knickers to the admiring glance of passersby. Doubtless Lord Castlebridge would take her to task for not wearing a skirt of the regulation length but that, reflected Victoria, was the least of her worries. Victoria slipped her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it before folding it neatly and placing it on the small table. It was a mandatory rule that she remove her skirt before delivering her report in her knickers. It was supposed to underline her humility and servility whilst accounting for her recent progress and conduct. His Lordship believed that a little humiliation was character building and it emphasised the young lady’s submission and absolute obedience to his will. It was also, he had pointed out to Victoria, a convenience to have removed her skirt should her report prove unsatisfactory and therefore warranting punishment which, Victoria reflected ruefully, it usually did. Even her knickers were subject to His Lordship’s regulations. She was obliged on these occasions to wear simple, white, full knickers with no frills or adornments. She didn’t quite understand why her knickers were supposed to be full in cut. It couldn’t be for protection or modesty since she invariably had to lower them for punishment in any case! Divested of her skirt, Victoria picked up her briefcase and took out the relevant documents pertaining to her recent performance and stepped forward to Lord Castlebridge’s desk. She lay the papers on the desk in front of His Lordship and then took a step back and stood to attention as he perused the contents. She trembled in her knickers as he worked his way through them. He seemed reasonably satisfied with her work in the office but Victoria knew that the really damning document lay at the foot of the pile. It was her latest essay from university. She had a C grade on it! It was the lowest mark she had yet descended to at university. It was theoretically a pass but that would hold little water with Lord Castlebridge. It had been her first written paper after the summer break and she’d struggled to get back into the academic routine. Also it had been on a subject she found dreary and uninteresting. As a result she knew she had made a poor job of that paper and she was fairly certain of the consequences. As a rule His Lordship demanded straight A grades of her. She might just get away with an A minus, a B plus unlikely and a B would certainly earn her the strap. Anything below a B....well Victoria had tasted the cane on two occasions in this office and she was as certain as she could be of anything that today was going to be her third experience of it. She held her breath as Lord Castlebridge finally came to the essay. The silence was thunderous as he perused it at length. At last he raised his eyes and glared at her. “Do you have any explanation for this miserable effort Victoria?” he demanded of her. Victoria knew enough by now not to argue or offer feeble excuses. She shook her head abjectly. “No sir. I’m sorry sir.” He shook the paper at her. “This isn’t good enough Victoria! I’m not prepared to see my investment in you wasted through your negligence of your studies. You are quite aware I’m sure that I expect better of you than this.” Victoria nodded miserably. “Yes sir. It won’t happen again sir.” “Well we shall make every effort to ensure that it doesn’t Victoria! I think you’re aware of the consequences for a feeble effort like this.” Victoria nodded again, her lower lip quivering. “Y... yes sir.” she mumbled abjectly. “Very well then Victoria! Please fetch the cane.” Sorrowfully Victoria padded across the room to the tall cabinet in the corner. The cane was hung high up on hooks in the cabinet and Victoria had to stand on tiptoes to stretch and lift it down. It was a frightful implement; nearly five feet long and a quarter of an inch think. Victoria knew from past experience that its bite from a firmly delivered swing was agonising. With trembling hands she carried it back to Lord Castlebridge’s desk. His Lordship regarded her sternly. “Well Victoria I’m sure you were perfectly aware that you were going to be caned today. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Victoria shook her head sadly. “No sir. I...I’m sorry sir.” “Very well then. To begin with Victoria you were five minutes late for your appointment with me today. I have emphasised time and again Victoria that it is impossible to run a multi-national business corporation without staff punctuality. Therefore you will receive one stroke of the cane for every minute you were late.” Victoria swallowed the bitter saliva in her mouth. “Yes sir.” she murmured. “Secondly I have had to take issue with you concerning the correct attire to be worn at these meetings before Victoria. Your skirt today is far too short and inappropriate for an office environment. For this offence you will receive another five strokes of the cane.” Victoria shivered in fear. The most severe caning she had suffered so far was fifteen strokes. Her tally today was already ten and His Lordship hadn’t even come to the worst offence yet. “As for this!” His Lordship continued, picking up her essay distastefully between finger and thumb as if it were some offensive material. “This wretched thing is an entirely more serious matter. For this you are awarded twenty strokes of the cane!” Victoria felt the room sway slightly as His Lordship delivered her sentence. “T...twenty strokes sir?” she bleated feebly. “Twenty strokes plus five for your incorrect attire and five more for your lack of punctuality Victoria! That is a total of thirty strokes all told on your bottom... your bare bottom! Do you understand?” Victoria gave a little sob and nodded. “Y... yes sir.” “There’s no use in your quivering your lip now Victoria! You are fully aware that you deserve what you have coming to you. I have invested far too much time and money in your career young lady and I’ll not see my investment go to waste through your inability to live up to the standards required of you. You are a young lady of considerable talent and potential and it would be criminal of me to allow you to squander that potential for the want of a sound caning when you fail to achieve it. Whilst you are being caned you may take the time to reflect that there is many a young person in your position, without the glittering opportunities provided for you, who would be all too happy to swap places with you. Therefore I expect you to take your caning without protest and with gratitude for the time and attention devoted to you. Do I make myself clear Victoria?” “Yes sir. Thank you sir.” “Very well then, lay the cane down on the desk and assume the customary position for punishment.” “Yes sir.” Victoria obeyed the command dolefully but without further protest. She lay the cane down on Lord Castlebridge’s desk and then walked to the middle of the room. She took up the required position at the very centre of the great circular rug covering the office parquet floor and, facing His Lordship at his desk, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and eased them down to her knees. At least she congratulated herself on remembering to shave her pubic hair that morning. His Lordship had something of a bee in his bonnet about pubic hair on a girl which he considered unsightly and unhygienic. It was a rule of his therefore that she kept herself cleanly shaven in that region and he would have undoubtedly awarded her extra strokes had she failed to do so. It was also the rule that knickers must be lowered to the knees for punishment. It was not only the bottom that was punished on these occasions but the backs of the legs as well and knickers were therefore to be lowered all the way to the knees to afford unrestricted access to the tender flesh at the back of the thighs. Once her knickers were suitably lowered Victoria bent forward, keeping her legs straight, until she could just touch her toes with the tips of her fingers. And then she waited. His Lordship seemed in no particular hurry to commence her caning. Indeed his attention was taken for the moment with an email on his laptop. He took the time to read it and then to type an answer as the minutes ticked away and Victoria waited trembling and trying to compose herself for her coming ordeal. She could hear the traffic on the street below but in the office there was just the sound of His Lordship’s fingers clicking away at the keyboard. She felt her legs shake uncontrollably as the wait stretched on and became interminable. Finally he took a last look at the mail he had composed and then clicked on the send button. Only then did he rise from behind his desk and pick up the cane. Victoria took a deep breath and steeled herself. Lord Castlebridge took up position to the side of her and allowed himself to admire the young lady bent over for the cane before him. Little Victoria in truth was one of his favourites. She had an altogether agreeably pleasant personality and she was generally very obedient and submissive. It was characteristic of her that she had accepted her punishment without protest or any attempt to plea for clemency. She was frightened of the cane it was true but she had made no effort to question the justice of her punishment and had presented herself correctly and immediately when so ordered to do so. She was a pretty little thing too. His Lordship was very fond of her and she would go far in the business he was certain. He had great hopes for her future. He measured the distance and laid the cane across Victoria’s pert little buttocks, watching her shudder at the cool touch of the rattan on her naked skin. Then he lifted the cane away and above his shoulder, pausing for a second or two to increase her fearful anticipation. Finally, with a loud hissing sweep, he brought the cane down firmly to land with f***e into the centre of Victoria’s bottom. Victoria had been holding her breath but the loud crack of the cane and the sudden agonising shock of its impact drove the breath from her lungs in an explosive gasp. As Lord Castlebridge lifted the cane away she clenched her teeth together and screwed her eyes shut against the fearful pain of that first stroke which seemed to spread from its concentrated epicentre across her bottom and penetrate deep into the muscle of her buttocks. She was breathing deeply though her nose and between her teeth; hissing as she did so. Lord Castlebridge watched as the impact point of the cane turned into a scarlet line across Victoria’s buttocks. He was of a mind to take his time over caning the young lady so as to allow each individual stroke time to sink in and leave its indelible impression of pain on her. The second stroke was delivered a little lower on her buttocks and was even harder than the first. Victoria swayed under the f***e of it and lost her balance momentarily to take a half step forward as her eyes flew open in shock and a strangled squeak escaped from between her clenched teeth. She regained her position quickly however before His Lordship could admonish her for losing it. A first hint of tears appeared in her wild eyes. The third stroke was the worst yet. Lord Castlebridge landed it with dreadful accuracy into the faint crease separating Victoria’s buttocks from the top of her thighs. Unable to help herself Victoria cried aloud with the awful agony of the stroke and her knees buckled. Lord Castlebridge frowned. “Maintain your position Victoria!” he warned her. Hastily Victoria straightened her legs. “Yes sir. Sorry sir” she sobbed, the agony of that stroke in such a sensitive place nearly unbearable. A little moan of despair emitted from her lips as His Lordship measured up the next stroke by laying the cane across the back of her thighs. She knew from experience that the strokes on the back of the legs were the worst of all. It was every bit as bad as she expected it to be. The cane cracked loudly into the soft flash of her thighs some three or four inches below her buttocks and she squealed in torment at the exquisite agony of it. Her knees buckled once more and she very nearly fell over. “Back into position this instance!” Lord Castlebridge commanded her. “Yes sir.” She sobbed pathetically and struggled to straighten her stinging legs. “You have been warned twice now Victoria!” Lord Castlebridge reminded her. “You are to maintain your position for the duration of your punishment. If I have occasion to remind you once more I shall add five extra strokes to your caning. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” murmured the weeping girl. “Well see to it that you remember.” He lifted his arm once more and this time, to punish her for her failure to hold her position correctly, he delivered it with all his f***e again across the back of her thighs. Emilie was listening at the door in delight and she grinned as the fifth stroke brought a fearful scream of pain from the tormented young girl. It seemed as if little Miss Partridge was receiving a thorough job of correction on her! Emilie shivered deliciously as another loud crack from beyond the door elicited a howling shriek. She wished fervently that she could be witness to the young girl’s caning; watch the cane cut into her pretty little behind and watch her face contort itself in torment at the agony of it. There was another squeal from within the office. That made seven according to Emilie’s reckoning. She wondered just how many stokes little Victoria was going to receive. She hoped it was a lot! As the eighth stroke drove another bubbling scream from poor Victoria’s throat, Emilie’s arousal got the better of her. She slid her hand up under her skirt to press at her sex through the material of her knickers and when, a few seconds later, there was yet another loud shriek from the suffering young girl she pushed her fingers inside her knickers to rub at the moisture within urgently. She allowed herself a delicious thought. His Lordship had informed her just yesterday that he wanted his young protégé, Victoria, to learn some of the secretarial functions of the office from Emilie. To this end he had decided that Victoria would work under Emilie’s personal tutelage one or two afternoons a week in between her university studies. Emilie grinned at the thought as a particularly agonising stroke to the back of her thighs raised Victoria’s loudest scream yet. Under her personal supervision this little darling would be entirely at Emilie’s mercy! His Lordship had already given Emilie the authority to discipline Victoria as needed. It was an entirely agreeable prospect to Emilie. She had great plans for Miss Victoria Partridge! She shuddered involuntarily in mounting arousal; stroking herself wantonly to the accompaniment of the next wail to emanate from within Lord Castlebridge’s office. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her at the outer office door. Hastily she withdrew her hand from her knickers and adjusted her dress as a junior cleric entered from without. He had a weighty file in his hands. “What is it?” she demanded imperiously. The young man swallowed nervously as Emilie glared at him. He had only been with the company for six months but he had learned early that it was a very bad idea to cross Lord Castlebridge’s formidable personal secretary. “Er it’s the er... report from Allied Textiles.” He informed her timidly. “You.. you said you wanted it immediately it came in.” “Thank you. You may lay it on the desk. I shall attend to it.” “Yes er right.” The young man lay the document down and stepped back. His eyes opened in surprise however at the plainly audible scream from behind the closed door to Lord Castlebridge’s inner office. He glanced at the door uncertainly. Emilie’s eyes bored into him. “Was there anything else?” she demanded. The young man shook his head hastily. “Er no... no nothing else.” “Very well then! You may be about your business. I shall see to the report.” “Yes... er yes of course.” The young man retreated quickly in confusion. Emilie reached over her desk to pick up the report. A slow malevolent grin spread across her face at the opportunity it provided. His Lordship wanted the report on his desk as soon as it arrived. He had been explicit in that instruction! Very well then! He would have it! She stroked the file lovingly as Victoria squealed once more from the frightful pain of the cane. Deliberately she walked over to the door and knocked. Lord Castlebridge’s arm was raised to deliver the f******nth stroke to Victoria’s already well striped nether regions when he heard Emilie’s private knock on the door. He frowned in puzzlement. “Yes Emilie?” he barked. Emilie stepped through the door. “The Allied Textiles report sir.” She informed him sweetly. “You said you wanted it immediately it arrived.” Victoria reacted in the worst possible way to the embarrassment of Emilie walking in while she was bent over with her knickers lowered for the cane. She jumped up from her position and tried to cover her modesty. Lord Castlebridge glared at her. “Did I tell you to get up young lady” he asked her severely. Victoria shook her head miserably; her pretty little face streaked with tears. “N... no sir.” “Then resume your position immediately!” Whimpering in pain and humiliation, Victoria complied. “You have had sufficient warnings Victoria.” His Lordship told her. “You can take an extra five strokes for your disobedience!” Victoria moaned despairingly. “The next time it will be ten!” Lord Castlebridge continued.” Emilie barely managed to keep the smirk off her face. She was delighted that her intervention had caused Victoria to be awarded an extra five strokes. She took a long appraising look at the miserable young girl’s bottom admirably marked with livid scarlet stripes. Lord Castlebridge regarded her sourly. He was quite certain that Emilie had used the pretext of the arrival of the report as an excuse to witness Victoria’s humiliation. The report wasn’t so demanding of attention that it couldn’t have waited a few minutes until he had finished punishing the young girl. He could hardly admonish her however since she had after all followed his instructions to the letter. “You can shove the report in my in tray Emilie.” he ordered her. “I’ll see to it presently.” “Yes sir.” Emilie walked over to His Lordship’s desk. Among the items on the desk was the internal communication system between His Lordship and her own desk. It was a very old fashioned intercom operated by a simple switch when he wanted to summon her. Concealing her action from His Lordship’s view she surreptitiously switched the intercom on as she laid down the file. Lord Castlebridge was negligent in the use of his intercom and forever leaving it on. Emilie had become privy to many a useful secret as a result of his carelessness. Her task completed Emilie stalked languorously from the office, pausing to take a last admiring look at the weeping Victoria waiting for her punishment to recommence. As she was closing the door behind her she saw Lord Castlebridge raise his arm to continue the beating of the trembling young girl bent over in the middle of the rug. Seated at her desk in the outer office Emilie pulled her intercom closer to her. Now the swish of the cane, its loud crack against Victoria’s bare flesh and her subsequent shrieks of pain were no longer muffled by the intervening door. Emilie could hear every sound as if she were in the room with them. She lifted her skirt once more and her fingers quested inside her knickers; masturbating herself as Victoria’s suffering continued in the room beyond and every cry and sob of her pain transmitted itself to Emilie’s eager ears. There was a particularly loud crack of the cane and a fearful scream from the intercom. Emilie heard Lord Castlebridge remind the punished girl to maintain her position so she guessed that the agony of that stroke had been too much for the young girl to bear and she had very nearly lost her stance. His Lordship had promised Victoria an extra ten strokes should she lose position once more. Emilie fervently hoped that she would earn them. Emilie was keeping careful tally of the number of strokes. Gleefully she counted past the twenty mark and her fingers at her sex became more urgent yet as the number climbed towards thirty. Victoria’s wailing had taken on a pathetic quality by now; a continuous keening punctuated by louder screams as the cane cut once more into her burning rear. As the tally reached the thirty mark, Emilie’s excitement mounted to a climax. She clamped one hand over her mouth to stifle her own cries and, to the accompaniment of another piercing howl over the intercom, her orgasm overwhelmed her. Hot liquid gushed from her sex, soaking her knickers, as the waves of her orgasm pulsed from her groin throughout her body. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on; wracking her body with tormenting ecstasy. Finally she collapsed forward over her desk gasping as Lord Castlebridge in the adjoining office delivered the final stroke with, all the f***e in his right arm, to the centre of Victoria’s tortured buttocks. Victoria nearly fainted with the agony of that last searing lash of the cane. A red mist seemed to form momentarily before her eyes and her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. With a superhuman effort she willed herself to hold still although her wailing cry continued long after the cane’s final impact before slowly fading into abject blubbering. Lord Castlebridge approved. Apart from her occasional lapses, Victoria had held her stance remarkably well considering the severity and duration of the punishment. That her caning had been agony was evidenced by the mass of swollen welts laced across her buttocks and thighs. I spite of that she had held her position for the most part. He did consider however that the thirty five strokes she had received was just about at her limit of endurance. Anything more than that she would certainly need to be restrained. He made a note to himself that should anything in her conduct warrant a more severe caning he would order her to present herself at Castlebridge Hall. There she could be securely firmly to the caning stool for her punishment. He laid the cane down on his desk and took his seat once more. Victoria remained bent over sobbing piteously and her legs trembling. She dared not raise herself until given permission to do so. Lord Castlebridge regarded her for a few seconds before relenting. “You may straighten up now Victoria.” He told her. Victoria obeyed stiffly. She had looked better. Her hair was a tangled ruin, her face red and swollen and her cheeks streaked with the ruins of her makeup from her tears. She stumbled slightly. Her legs did not seem to be working properly and her knickers had slipped down her legs to become entangled round her ankles. Lord Castlebridge noticed. “Step out of your knickers Victoria.” He commanded her. “Pick them up and put them on my desk.” Snivelling in misery the young girl did as she was bade. Lord Castlebridge pointed to a low stool in the corner. “Now you can spend half an hour on the stool Victoria to reflect upon your recent failings and the standards that I expect of you.” “Y... yes sir.” Miserably Victoria stumbled over to the stool. She was familiar with the requirements of this particular part of the disciplinary process. She kneeled on the stool facing the wall, remembering to kneel up straight, and clasped her hands behind her head. Half an hour in this position, with her knees on the hard stool and the aching throbbing from her beaten bottom, would be torment she knew. She dared not move or alter her position however since it would inevitably earn her extra punishment. For the next half an hour Lord Castlebridge thumbed through the Allied Textiles report. He scribbled some notes on a pad concerning his decisions on the report before pushing it aside and glancing at the clock on the wall. It was nearly lunch time. He reached down to summon Emilie with his intercom. He frowned. It was switched on. He must have forgotten it again. Emilie came quickly to his summons and her eyes danced gleefully to the sorrowful figure of Victoria kneeling on her stool in the corner, her swollen backside turning purple with bruising. Emilie exulted inwardly. It was as thorough a thrashing as she had seen in a long time. Little Miss Partridge wasn’t going to be sitting comfortably for the next few days! Lord Castlebridge glanced at Emilie sharply, recognising the gloating on her face. He frowned thoughtfully. It was high time, he considered, that his beautiful secretary was given a short sharp reminder of her position. He was far too lax with her. He hadn’t given her a thrashing since the conference in Geneva last summer and that had only been a few strokes of the cane to curb her petulance. He kept her in pampered luxury in her own luxurious apartment and paid for her own sports car not to mention all the clothes, holidays and jewellery he lavished on her. She was spoiled rotten and long overdue for sound good hiding. He dismissed the thought for the moment however with just the mental note to see to it in the near future. “Ah Emilie. I’ll be leaving for lunch in a few minutes. Make sure my car is available will you.” “Of course sir.” “And one more thing.” Lord Castlebridge turned to address the young girl on her stool in the corner. “You may get down now Victoria and would you step over here please.” Naked from the waist down and bearing the marks of the cane across her rear, Victoria blushed crimson with humiliation to be so exposed in front of His Lordship’s personal secretary as she padded obediently across the room to stand before Lord Castlebridge’s desk. His Lordship nodded at her. “I think you’ve met Emilie before on a few occasions Victoria.” Lord Castlebridge remarked. “Emilie here is very important to the efficient running of this office and she has a number of years of experience in the way I like things doing around here. I have been thinking about your position recently and, as part of your ongoing training in the company, I’d like you to spend some afternoons working under Emilie here to learn from her experience on the clerical side. Now you have no lectures or seminars on Friday afternoons do you?” Victoria shook her head. “No sir.” She mumbled quietly. “Capital! In that case I want you to spend each Friday afternoon until Christmas working with Emilie here. I may pencil in other days for you to spend time in the office as well subject to your not having university commitments of course.” “Yes sir.” Victoria acknowledged in a barely audible murmur, the hazards of serving under Emilie all too evident to her. “Excellent. Emilie I shall hold you responsible for Victoria’s progress and conduct befitting the standards expected in this office.” Emilie fought back the triumph in her face. “You may rely on me sir.” she purred. Lord Castlebridge nodded in satisfaction. “Good, good! There’s another thing that’s just occurred to me as well Victoria. I think you will benefit enormously from a little lesson in hard manual labour. I have always been a believer in everybody within a corporation being familiar with even the humblest roles. A short regime of physical labour does wonders for the work ethic and discipline. Therefore I want you to spend the next few weekends at the Hall working with the domestic staff in the housekeeping department. You will be paid for your time of course and accommodation and uniforms will be provided for you at the Hall. I think it will do you a power of good to get your hands dirty for a change and in addition it will allow me to keep a closer eye on you for a few weeks to ensure that this,” Lord Castlebridge paused to tap her essay with a finger, “that this sort of thing does not reoccur.” Victoria swallowed as all her plans for the next few weekends dissolved into ruin. “Yes sir.” She whispered. “Thus on Friday you will present yourself here... suitably attired... to work under Emilie. You will need to pack a few things in a bag because immediately after the office closes you will be obliged to take the bus to Castlebridge and present yourself at the Hall. It is only about half a mile from the bus stop to the Hall so you should be able to walk that. You’ll remain at the Hall until Sunday evening. There is a Sunday bus back to the city shortly after six I believe. Is that all clear?” Thoroughly depressed by now, Victoria nodded meekly. “Yes sir.” “Good. Now even with these new obligations I shall expect you to keep up with your university work. With judicious time management I’m sure you can manage to stay on top of your studies. You will of course have free time in the evenings at the Hall to attend to any study material requiring attention. Do you have any questions?” Victoria shook her head dismally. “No sir.” “Good! One last thing Victoria.” Lord Castlebridge lifted up her offending essay. “I want this rewriting to a much higher standard before the weekend. You will present me with the revised paper at the Hall on Saturday afternoon. If I consider it to be still unsatisfactory you will be caned again. This time however you will be restrained on the Hall caning stool and receive double the number of strokes! Do I make myself plain young lady?” Victoria nodded hastily. “Yes My Lord.” “Excellent. In that case you may get dressed and you are dismissed.” Victoria stepped forward to recover her knickers from Lord Castlebridge’s desk but he stopped her shortly. “Not your knickers Victoria! You may go home without them to teach you to wear a more modest skirt in future! You may recover them when you report here for work on Friday. Emilie would you e****t Victoria out please?” Victoria donned her short skirt once more and with a last curtsy accompanied Emilie out of the office. In the outer office Emilie turned to Victoria with glee and patted her on the rump. Victoria gasped at the contact with her still throbbing bottom and Emilie laughed at her discomfort. “Still sore are we little miss?” she asked her mockingly. “Poor little dear! Had a nasty caning have we? And sent home without any knickers as well! It’s a windy day outside I see. A few errant gusts and the whole world will be able to see that little Miss Partridge is not only not wearing any knickers but has had her pretty little bottom caned as well!” Victoria glared at her sulkily but Emilie just laughed. “Well you’d best be on your way my dear. I shall see you on Friday.” She reached forward to curl a strand of Victoria’s hair in her fingers and lowered her voice to a sultry purr. “Don’t forget little miss that His Lordship has made me responsible for your conduct and I run a very tight ship so be warned!” Victoria glowered, hating Emilie with a passion. Emilie laughed again. “You are dismissed Miss Partridge!” she told her. Emilie watched Victoria depart and settled back in her chair at her desk in triumph: already making her plans for Victoria Partridge. But she had made an enemy. *********************