From Shop Assistant to Slut... Ch 01, a short story by Angela101. Date added: 2011-05-13. Times viewed: 16063.
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From Shop Assistant to Slut...
(In one easy lesson.)
“I said I was sorry.” She whimpered and sniffled.
“Ow, oooh, ouch!” she cried out in pain. “It was just an idea!”
“Please no more!”
She was bent over the chair with her naked butt sticking out and burning bright red from the hiding he was giving her.
“You just don’t seem to get it Mandy.” Graham ground out softly, his tone cold with anger. “You don’t EVER think you can take control!”
“Please!” she wept. “I’m sorry!”
She hung her head down and wept bitterly, but did not attempt to protect her sore ass.
Graham stepped away from her and waited for her to realise that her punishment was over, - or rather the first part of it.
She stood there; bent over that chair, with her skirt up round her waist, and her knickers around her ankles and her frizzy hair hanging around her face and the snot dripping from her nose as she wept and cried and snivelled.
He admired the rosy glow of her ass, and felt his cock hardening.
He wouldn’t want to do her later, not by the time her punishment was done, so maybe he should get his now, he could just slip it in...
He stepped towards her again, fumbling at his belt, and her tears miraculously stopped.
He saw her legs straighten slightly as she tensed with anticipation.
“You little slut.” He whispered softly as he rubbed her sore cheeks. “You’re just gagging for it, aren’t you?”
She licked her lips, and nodded. “Oh yes!” she sighed shakily. “Please yes….I’ll do anything you say.”
“Owww!” she cried out in shock.
“Of course you will Mandy!” he declared coldly. “You will ALWAYS do as I say.”
He stepped away from her.
“Now clean yourself up and put on your little dress.” He strode towards the door. “I’ll be back in ten minutes and you had better be ready for me!”
He left the room, slamming the door behind him, and Mandy straightened up and sat down weakly on the chair for a moment.
“I hate you!” she whispered vehemently, as she wiped at her face with the back of her hand.
She glanced across at the little bag of goodies she had purchased and scowled bitterly.
“It was just an idea!” she muttered again, that visit to the sex shop to buy some things to use on him...
She glanced at her watch and shot off the chair, to dash over to the bathroom. Seven minutes left, and she was wasting time.
She pulled off her sweater and her bra and allowed the hot water to run in the sink.
Mandy slipped out of her skirt and hooked her fingers through the elastic of her knickers and pulled those down as well.
She grabbed a bar of soap and worked up a lather in her hands and quickly began to rub it over her skin.
She soaped her shoulders and moved down over her breast where she rubbed in circular motions several times, making her nipples nice and sensitive, then she quickly moved down to her stomach, her groin, where she didn’t dare linger in case she lost the need for speed.
She rubbed quickly down her thighs and quickly back up her calf muscles, and then up to her sore ass, twisting awkwardly, to do it.
She quickly rinsed her hands and allowed them to sweep down her body in long wet strokes.
She grabbed the towel from the rack and rubbed at her skin until it tingled.
Then after dallying long enough to look at her glowing ass in the full length mirror and rubbing the cheeks for a couple of seconds, she dashed back into the bedroom and pulled out some frilly underwear, and began to pull it on.
The bra and panties were a matching set in a pretty yellow colour.
She knew that graham would just love ripping them off her, and she felt the heat in her pussy as she began to throb for him.
She pulled on the knickers and felt them soak up the moisture of her excitement, and quickly slipped on the bra.
Mandy dashed across to her wardrobe and pulled out the little summer dress, a pale yellow with little flowers in the skirt, and with a row of flower shaped buttons running down the bodice.
She gave a little smile, again she just knew that Graham would love ripping that open, and if a couple of the buttons could pop off at the same time, then he would be really turned on, really hard for her.
She did so hope that a couple of the buttons would tear off, even one might do the trick.
She tugged experimentally at each button as she fastened it, hoping to loosen them a little bit.
She was just tugging the dress straight when Graham strode in.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, and she could clearly see the bulge in his trousers.
Mandy smiled triumphantly and her pussy throbbed with anticipation.
“Come here and kiss me.” He ordered her gruffly.
Mandy practically danced across to him, and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull his head down a little.
She pressed her mouth against his and moved her lips, trying to get him to respond.
When he remained unmoved and un-obliging; she frowned and pulled harder on his neck, as she pressed down onto his lips.
She nipped lightly at his bottom lip and gave a soft grunt as he opened his mouth.
Mandy dipped her tongue into his mouth, and allowed one of her hands to drop down to rub at his groin.
Graham pushed her away and glared at her.
“Did I say that you could touch me there?”
Mandy hung her head in shame. “I’m sorry - I got carried away.” She peeped up at him. “You know how I hunger for you.”
“Well today you don’t get me Mandy.” Graham growled sounding quite annoyed.
She looked at him full of mortification, “But...” she whispered as she tugged at the hem of her dress, very much in the little girl fashion, that was wreaking havoc with Graham’s libido and intentions.
“There are no buts Mandy!” he snapped. “You WILL learn who is in control here.”
“Yes Graham, - master – sir.” She whispered miserably.
“So here is what I want you to do.” He told her coldly.
Mandy looked him in his wonky eyes – showing him he had her full attention.
“Barry has set up home in the alleyway again.” He informed her.
Barry was a large filthy tramp who made his home out of soggy cardboard boxes; he often spent several days lurking in the alleyway that ran down the side of Graham’s shop, usually only moving when the police came along to move him.
Mandy didn’t like Barry, she didn’t like the way he looked at her.
“I want you to go down to Barry and tell him that I sent you. That I said he could have you for an hour to do with you as he pleases.”
The tears filled Mandy’s eyes, and she bit her lip to stop it quivering.
“A whole hour?” she whispered brokenly.
“Yes, and if you’ve not left here within the next thirty seconds I might just turn it into the whole night!”
That got Mandy moving. She practically ran from the room, slamming the door as she went.
She sobbed and sniffled as she walked to the top of the stairs.
She put her hand on the rail and sank down weakly on the top step.
Graham opened the door behind her and she heard his breath draw in on a hiss.
She turned to look at him with a tear streaked face.
“Please don’t send me to Barry!” she whispered.
Graham walked through the door and stood towering over her.
“I’ll do anything... just please don’t send me to Barry.”
Her voice grew in pitch and volume, as she sensed his hesitation.
“Please!” she begged louder.
“You just never learn do you Mandy!” Graham snapped as he grabbed her wrist and began to pull her down the stairs.
“Please!” she sobbed louder growing more frenzied as they descended.
“Please don’t send me to Barry... PLEASE!”
As they reached the bottom, it became a full on hysterical scream. “PLEASE DON’T SEND ME TO BARRY!”
As they reached the side door which led out to the alleyway, he paused to glare down at her.
“Tell him he can have you for TWO hours!” Graham snapped as he yanked open the door and threw her out into the darkening alley way.
Mandy dimly heard the door slam behind her as she slowly picked herself up off the ground.
She peered fearfully up to the darkest part of the alleyway, and saw the stack of soggy cardboard boxes.
“Wellll my pretty?”
Mandy heard that rasping voice that belonged to the foul smelling, beer swigging, pot bellied slob who was Barry..
Barry the tramp who was even now waiting for her; waiting to do... whatever his foul imagination could come up with.
Mandy sucked in a tearful breath and threw back her shoulders.
Full of dread and disgust Mandy stepped deeper into that grotty alleyway...
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