She watched him walking toward her across the almost-deserted parking lot. He was wearing jeans and a navy blue sport shirt. He was about average height and average build (actually not as overweight as the average guy she knew), and had some gray in his hair. Her mouth was dry, and she was excited. She hoped he was going to like the pastel green baby-doll dress she had worn for him. She hoped he wasn’t going to think that she was too old, or too fat. Well, he was older than she was, anyway - who was he to complain? As he got closer, she could make out the _expression on his face. He was smiling warmly, but his _expression left no doubt about who was in charge. “Angela?” he said when he was within normal speaking distance. “Hi Greg,” she answered timidly. He stood about eight feet from her, looking her over. She felt like a steer being inspected at a cattle auction. “I gave you some instructions about how you were to be dressed. Do you remember?” The blood drained from her face. She remembered now, but it was too late.... “I - I.....” “You suggested that you not wear panties, but I told you I wanted you to wear them. Remember?” “Um - I do now - I remember now.” He looked at her wordlessly for about ten seconds. Then he said, “Lift your skirt.” No! She wasn’t ready for this.... “This is going to be an obedience training experience for you, my friend Angela. I don’t want to have to repeat myself. And I don’t think YOU will enjoy the consequences if I have to repeat myself.” Her lower lip quivered. She looked around the parking lot, which was nearly empty. “Do I - do I have to do it right here?” she asked fearfully. “When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it immediately,” he said with a hard voice. “OK.” She had expected to have to expose herself to him, and she certainly was prepared for a bare-bottom spanking over his lap. But she wasn’t expecting everything to happen so soon! Nevertheless, she drew a deep breath, grasped the sides of her skirt, and lifted the skirt up high. She was just about to drop the skirt back down when he said, “Keep it there.” Never had she felt so exposed. But she forced herself to remain facing him, her skirt high, displaying her unpantied pussy. “Where are the panties you were told to wear?” he demanded. She reddened and stared at the pavement. “I forgot. I thought you’d like it if I was naked under my skirt for you -” “I NEVER like it when someone disobeys!” he snapped. She stopped whining. “I’m sorry,” she said simply. “Keep the skirt up and turn around and face the car,” he ordered. She obeyed him. Somehow the cheeks of her bottom felt fat and heavy when she turned them toward him, even though she knew she had a rather attractive fanny. SPLAT!!! Without warning his hand smacked her exposed bottom. She lost her balance slightly, but managed to retain a tiny bit of dignity by staying on her feet. “That was just a tiny down payment, Angela. You’ll receive a real and proper spanking when we have more privacy.” He paused. “You may lower your dress.” Gratefully, she let her skirt fall down to cover herself. She remained facing the car, not daring to move further without permission. “All right, you can turn around.” She turned and faced him once more. She had deserved her punishment, she realized. He had been fair. He had e-mailed her that she was to wear panties when they met, and she had agreed. Then she had disobeyed. “You look wonderful, Angela. I think you have potential to be a very obedient lady if you’re properly trained. We’re going to start that training tonight, OK? Do you want to be trained?” It was a humiliating question. But in fact she DID want to be “trained”; she wanted it more than anything in the world. “Yes,” she answered reluctantly, “I want you to train me.” “You understand that means you’ll probably be spanked many times, and punished in other ways as I see fit, don’t you?” She cleared her throat nervously. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to spank me if I don’t obey properly.” She stared once again at the pavement. She could hardly believe those words were coming from her own mouth, and spoken to a man she had never met until five minutes ago. “All right, let’s get started. I have several stops in mind for us this evening. Do you feel comfortable coming with me, or would you prefer to follow me in your own car?” She hesitated. She was concerned for her safety, but she had come this far. She knew that separate cars would diminish the intimacy she was hoping for. “I’ll - I’ll go with you.” “OK, then follow me.” He reached out his hand. She put her hand tentatively in his and followed him to his car. He held open the passenger door for her. “Lift up your skirt in the back before you sit down. I want your bare bottom directly on the seat.” She blushed, and did as he directed. He didn’t tell her where they were going, and she didn’t dare ask. After her original intimidation, she was now regaining the sense of deep excitement with which she had anticipated this meeting. She thought again about the deliciously humiliating moment when she had stood before him with her dress raised, exposing herself completely. Suddenly she remembered that her bare fanny was right on his car seat; If she didn’t settle her thoughts down, her pussy was going to create a visible wet spot right on the seat! That would be embarrassing. So she tried to keep her mind on ordinary things, and watched the scenery as they drove down the road. Greg drove to the Frederick’s of Hollywood on 24th Street. “OK, let’s get you some panties. These will be your ‘punishment panties’ from now on. I want you to get some sheer panties which can be taken down easily for your spankings. Furthermore, you are going to ask the salesperson for help. You are going to tell her three things: that you disobeyed by going out without panties, that you are going to be spanked for it, and that these will be your official punishment panties from now on. I will come into the store with you, but you are not to acknowledge me in any way. You are doing this on your own. Needless to say, you will be punished severely if you don’t follow my instructions exactly.” He handed her $40. “Greg, please - I can’t do that.....!” “Are we having another obedience problem already?” “N - no, it’s just that - it’s too embarrassing! Please, don’t make me.....” “I will give you six minutes to have your conversation with the salesperson, put the panties on, and return to the car. The six minutes starts right now,” he announced, pulling a watch out of his pocket. She didn’t know whether she wanted to go through with this. But deep down she knew she DESPERATELY wanted this. Once again the juices between her legs started to flow, and she became uncomfortable. “All right,” she agreed, hanging her head. She got out of the car at the same time as Greg, and went into the store. The only salesperson was a young woman who couldn’t have been more than 23 or 24 years old. This was going to be so humiliating! (she thought excitedly). They were the only two customers in the store. Greg started casually browsing, completely ignoring Angela. Angela took a deep breath and walked up to the sales clerk. “I - um, I made the mistake of going out without any panties this evening,” she confessed. “I’ve already earned a spanking for it, but I really need to get some panties now. They’re going to be my punishment panties from now on.” The sales girl giggled and opened her eyes wide. “You mean - someone is going to spank you for not wearing panties?” Angela flushed red. “Yes; I have a - a disciplinarian, I guess you’d call him, and he told me I had to wear panties tonight. When I disobeyed, he promised me a spanking.” The girl covered her face, obviously trying not to laugh. “Well what kind of panties are you looking for?” “Uh, they’re supposed to be sheer, and they have to be easy to take down so he can spank me easily,” Angela answered with shame. “Well, we have lots of nice sheer panties. You can choose anything from this table over there,” she pointed across the store. “Thank you,” Angela said politely, and went over to choose her punishment panties. When she had chosen a pair of sheer baby-pink panties, one size too large so Greg could easily slide them down, she returned to the counter and bought them. “Um, would it be OK if I put them on right now in the dressing room? My disciplinarian wants me to wear them immediately.” The girl smiled understandingly. “Certainly, Ma’am - the dressing rooms are over there.” Angela hurried into the dressing booth and slid the panties up her legs, without even removing the price tag. Her six minutes were running out fast. She made it back to the car with about 15 seconds to spare. Greg was waiting for her. “OK, show them to me,” he said. “But I’m wearing them!” she answered. “Yes, I know. Show them to me.” 24th Street was a far cry from the almost empty parking lot where they had met. There was no one on the sidewalk, but the traffic was heavy. The stores and businesses along the street were full of people, any of whom could glance out the window at the wrong time. Angela glanced fearfully around her. She didn’t want to be charged with disobedience again. She wanted to please Greg, and make him proud of her. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to always do as she was told. She tried to negotiate. “This time, can I put my dress back down as soon as you’ve seen my panties?” she almost begged. Greg smiled kindly at her. “Yes, you may. But I want to get a good look, so don’t just flip the skirt up and let it drop. Hold it up for at least two full seconds.” Well, she had got one little concession out him, she thought. “All right,” she agreed, and held up her skirt, displaying her brand new “punishment panties”. They were so sheer that anyone passing by would have thought she was completely naked under her skirt. After a couple of seconds, she dropped her skirt again. “That was very nice, Angela,” Greg complimented her. “See how much nicer it is when you are obedient?” Angela nodded happily. He was pleased with her! They got back into the car. As the car moved into the traffic, Greg said, “Now it’s time for your spanking and a little more training. I’ve reserved a room for us at the Best Western.” They drove to the Best Western and checked into their room. Greg led her down the hallway by the hand as if she were a little girl. And it felt wonderful! The door had hardly closed when Greg said matter-of-factly, “Show me your tits.” By now Angela had decided she was going to obey every one of his orders to the best of her ability. She didn’t know whether to take her dress down from her shoulders or remove it completely. She decided that taking it down from her shoulders was faster. So she did that, and quickly reached behind her to unfasten her bra. “Here, I’ll take that,” Greg said as he reached out to take her bra. “You won’t be needing that for the rest of the evening. “When you’re with me, from now on you will wear panties but no bra, unless I tell you differently. You did it exactly wrong this time.” “But - you didn’t tell me -” she began defensively. “That’s right, I didn’t tell you about the bra,” Greg said. You won’t be punished for that this time.” Angela blushed with gratitude. He was completely fair. She straightened her shoulders and displayed her breasts. She hoped he liked them. “You have nice tits, Angela. Would you like me to kiss them for you?” he teased. “Oh -” she hadn’t been expecting that. “Yes - please - I mean yes, I’d like you to kiss them, sir.” She had a hard time standing still when he came over to her, placed his mouth warmly over her right nipple, and began to lick and kiss her breast with such a delicate and erotic touch that she thought she would faint. But she exerted all the self-control she had. When he began with her left breast, she again was carried away with wild pleasure. But she again behaved herself and stood motionless while he serviced her breast. He stopped suddenly, and stood. “It’s almost time for your spanking,” he said. “But there’s something I want you to do first.” He brought out a sheet of writing paper from the table drawer. “I want you to write the words, ‘NO PANTIES’ in large capital letters on this page. Go ahead and do it now.” Angela obediently took the piece of paper from him, feeling ridiculous with her dress pushed down and her boobs hanging out, and went to the table to write as she had been instructed. When she finished, she handed the piece of paper to him. “This, of course, is the reason you’re being spanked, isn’t it?” Greg asked, motioning toward the paper she had written. “Yes, I guess it is,” she admitted. “I like to make sure that a trained woman is reminded of exactly why she’s being spanked, every time it happens,” he explained. He walked over to the end of the bed and sat down. “First, take off everything but the panties,” he ordered. They were getting close to her first real spanking! Angela felt so sexy she was shaking as she removed the dress and then her shoes. That left her with only the transparent panties she had bought at Frederick’s for her punishments. “Come here,” Greg said simply. Angela felt dizzy as she walked, almost naked, to the man she had just met tonight. She felt the warmth of his fingers as they slid into the sides of the waistband of her new panties. She luxuriated in the humiliating feeling of the cool air on her pussy as it he unveiled it by sliding the panties down her legs, until they were at the middle of her thighs. She was ready to be spanked. She waited only for the order to drape herself across his lap. She wanted it so badly she found it hard to wait for his command. He handed her the paper on which she had written “No Panties”. “Place this on the floor right here, where you can read it when you’re over my lap,” he instructed. He pointed to a spot on the floor about two feet to his left. Obediently, Angela bent down and placed the paper where he had shown her. When she stood back up, Greg placed his right hand on her fanny, and began to smooth her pubic hair with his left hand. “I’m going to enjoy spanking you, Angela. You’re a very attractive woman, especially without your clothes.” He smiled. “Thank you, sir,” she answered in a trembling voice. She was so charged with sexual need that she wasn’t sure she was even going to feel the spanking. “Now lay yourself comfortably over my lap with your head on this side,” he pointed to where she lad lain the “No Panties” sign. It was time! Climbing over his lap was awkward, especially with her panties binding her thighs, but she did it with as much dignity as the situation allowed. As soon as she was lying over his lap, she felt his hand creep between her thighs from behind. He grasped her firmly and slid her body forward until she nearly lost her balance. In fact, she would have fallen if she hadn’t put her hands out in front of her to keep herself over his lap. “That’s a good girl, Angela. That will keep those hands from doing anything naughty like trying to protect your little bottom.” She found that she was staring directly at the sign that said “No Panties”. “Why are you being spanked, Angela?” he said it as if he were talking to an eight-year-old. “Because I wore no panties when you told me to wear them,” she answered with contrition. CRACK!!! The first spank came without warning. It was MUCH harder than the one she had received in the parking lot. “OW!” squealed Angela. But she was secretly pleased. Greg ignored her outcry. Immediately he began a steady rhythm of spanks applied to her bare bottom. Although the pace of the spanking did not vary, the placement of each spank was unpredictable. Angela squirmed as she received her spanking, but she didn’t kick or struggle. And, if truth be told, she wasn’t sure whether she was squirming with pain or with sexual desire. There was certainly plenty of pain! But on the other hand, there was plenty of sexual desire too. That became embarrassingly obvious after a few minutes, when Greg took a break. “No, your spanking isn’t over yet, bad little girl,” he warned. “I just thought I’d break for a few seconds. She felt his hand slide between her thighs again. This time, after a bit of exploration, it found its way to her clit. By this time, she was so hungry for sex that she humped desperately on his hand and pushed her thighs as wide open as she could, within the confines of her lowered panties. “Hmmm,....” Greg said with amused satisfaction as she shamelessly revealed her wanton lust. His fingers left her clit and probed the entrance to her vagina. “My God!” Greg exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. “You’re absolutely flooding between your legs! Is this the way a respectable lady reacts to a spanking?” Angela was ashamed. But no emotion was strong enough to fight against her desperate need for a man between her legs. “I’m sorry, Greg - I mean, I didn’t know I was going to get so turned on....” She tried not to say it. She had never spoken this way to a man. But she wanted it so badly! “Greg?” she said, fighting against herself with every breath. “Yes?” Greg said with a smile. He knew what she wanted. “Please - please - when my spanking is over.......” she didn’t want to be such a slut. Surely she had more self-control than this! “I’m listening, naughty girl,” he teased. “Please, when you’re finished spanking me, would you - would you please...” “You’re going to have to tell me what you want, bad little Angela. How can I do something for you if I don’t know what it is?” Greg was enjoying himself. “All right, all right!” Angela almost screamed with frustration. “I want you to fuck me!!! I want you to fuck me!!!! PLEASE! I need a cock between my legs so badly....” and she wept with shame. “Well, we’ll have to see about that,” Greg said. “Will you be good for the rest of your spanking?” “Yes, yes! I’ll do anything as long as you promise to fuck me! Please!” “OK, but it depends on how good you are while you’re being spanked,” Greg decided. Immediately the second part of her spanking began. It hurt. She twisted and trembled with the pain. But the hurt of her bottomcheeks was nothing like the ravenous hunger of her vagina. She needed a cock in there, and she was going to do whatever it took to get it! Finally the spanks ceased. “Why were you spanked, Angela?” she heard him say. The voice sounded as if it came from across a river - she was in her own world of crazed lust. “Because - because I didn’t wear panties when I was supposed to,” she remembered to say. “Now, can we fuck?” “Yes, Angela, you were a good girl during your spanking. And I think you deserve to be fucked, just as you want.” She struggled up off his lap and almost jumped out of her panties. She grabbed Greg’s belt, unclasped it, and frantically yanked off his jeans and underwear. She saw his cock for the first time. It was hard and well-sized, but at that moment she would have happily accepted any cock into her cunt. She leaped onto the bed, drew her knees up to her face, and spread her legs as far apart as she could. “Do it!” she demanded. “Get it in me!” “Who gives the orders, Angela?” he asked gently. “Please, Greg, please - !” “Who gives the orders?” “You do!” she admitted. “But please - you promised to fuck me!” “Yes I did. But I want you to ask nicely.” Her face was beet red, both from shame and from erotic arousal. She couldn’t possibly disobey. “Greg, will you, please fuck me?” Finally she got what she had desperately needed all evening. Greg pushed his cock into her sopping wet vagina, and gave her one of the great fuckings if her life. When it was all over, and she had come several times, he looked at her fondly. “What do you say, naughty little Angela?” She looked at him with a powerful feeling of gratitude, and spoke words she had never thought she would ever say. “Thank you for fucking me,” she said devotedly. |
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| ANGELA'S ADVENTURE. By Teli |
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