Command Performances, a short story by harrylime. Date added: 2011-12-30. Times viewed: 6515.
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- Intro: She stiffened, her face went a little white in shock and she voiced the reception of her first blow with a heartfelt, "Oh Shit!"
Madame LaRousse was tired.
It had been a very busy day at the businessman’s private club for rest and relaxation. She was short two of her best girls and had even substituted for one of them servicing a pair of very demanding and disgustingly drunk bureaucrats from the Hall of Justice.
Despite her advancing years, Marie LaRousse was quite an attractive and petite female in her late thirties. She had the most beguiling smile and her derriere was fought over by male admirers many times in her early years of service in the House of Sensuality.
Her body was aching from the spirited games the nasty pair had subjected her to. Several times she wanted to shout out, “Enough is enough!”
But she had continued in her role of a submissive schoolgirl for the entire session and had satisfied the waning libidos of the pair of rutting gamecocks. In fact, she had wearied of her role as grieving widow and was in dire need of stiff rods to exercise her seldom used pussy. Even though the strutting bureaucrats had humiliated her in a most obscene manner, she really had thoroughly enjoyed the strenuous role-play and loved her part in the scenes of degradation.
She knew several of the girls under her supervision had scurried to watch her humiliation from the hidden peep holes in the wardrobe. Down on all fours she could hear their muted giggles. The leaking cock buried in her mouth and the huge piece of meat impaling her tiny rectum kept her so busy she had to concentrate on just keeping her balance.
Marie sat gingerly on the edge of the wooden chair and prepared the wage packets for the employees. It had been a very profitable week with the many tourists coming to visit the Eiffel Tower. The attraction of the Eiffel Tower and perfumed French pussy was a great boost to business in Paris.
Her daughter Eloise was scheduled to graduate from the Convent School tomorrow and she wanted to make all the final arrangements for a nice celebration.
Simone, the new girl was the last out the door. She took her packet and complained to Marie.
“Madame, that pig Inspector Monet has beaten my poor bottom again! Look Madame! See what he has done.”
The extremely pretty young girl turned around and lifted her skirts to reveal no underclothes and a much reddened bottom confirming her words.
“See, Madame, he had no pity for poor Simone. I begged him, I pleaded with him and he just kept up his spanking. He was almost as hard on me as my father, god rest his soul, the man is a beast.”
Marie reached out her hands and rubbed the girl’s bottom tenderly. She pulled out a bottle of soothing oil from her desk and slowly applied it to the girl’s sensitive ass cheeks. Simone leaned forward and hummed a little soft tune that Madame LaRousse did not recognize.
She had done this several times before for this little flirt.
Simone spread her legs sending a signal to Madame LaRousse that she wanted some attention to her heated pussy slit as well. The older woman grasped her hip firmly and began to stroke her dripping pussy with experienced and gentle fingers. Soon Simone was gasping and her humming changed into little unintelligible whimpers of sheer unadulterated pleasure.
Marie bent forward and kissed the girl several times on her rounded bottom. This final touch of erotic attention made Simone go rigid with the initiation of a full body orgasm. She only faked the orgasms in her sessions with the clients, but with Madame LaRousse there was no need to fake anything. Simone had used the ploy about Inspector Monet before and would probably use it again to insure Marie gave her a nice orgasm before she departed work. It was an unspoken secret between the two of them.
The ride home on the Metro was less than relaxing.
A rather large and foul-smelling workman persisted in rubbing up against her posterior in a most fretful manner with an appendage that felt like a policeman’s nightstick. Normally, she would not have minded but she was fully sated with the activities of the dynamic duo of bureaucrats who had filled her quim and mouth with endless streams of sticky male juice.
Now there were a group of giggling female students pushing on her from the front and causing her to impale herself on the intrusive nightstick. She leaned forward slightly to ask the young girl in front of her to move her wrist and arm away from her recently exercised pubic mound and realized too late that the workman’s long rod was now firmly ensconced in her ass crack.
“Young lady, your hand is on my private area.”
“Oh, you mean right here!”
The innocent child of some 16 years of age lifted her hand to rub gently on her womanhood and she smiled up saucily at the older woman.
Marie gasped at the effrontery, but trapped the girl’s exploring hand between her inner legs. The touch of those delicate fingers was sheer heaven to the over-sexed Marie.
The workman behind her was beginning to redden from the neck up as his shaft worked deeper into her tight crack. She could tell from looking at him over her shoulder that he was beginning to boil over the lid back there. He settled his considerable weight on her back much to her delight and she could feel the swelling of his rod signaling the emissions of his creamy cum right inside his restraining trousers.
The girl in front of her had somehow slid her hand up under her blouse and was diddling her sensitive nipples with playful fingers. It was sheer torment but Marie welcomed the diversion from the thought of having her bottom used as a sex toy for the odious workman.
The girl on the train gave Marie a piece of paper with her telephone number and told her that her name was Claire. She would be 17 next month and she wanted to “meet people and see the world”. Marie could tell she would be a good candidate for the House of Sensuality providing she could handle the whims of male fetishes that defied all logic.
When she got inside the front door, Marie knew right away that her daughter Eloise was already home. She could see her book bag under the hallway desk and her shoes next to the sofa. She tiptoed down the hallway to surprise her with her early arrival home.
Her daughter’s door was closed but she knew she was inside because she could hear her talking on the phone. When Marie eased the bedroom door open, she discovered to her extreme displeasure that Eloise was not talking on the phone but whispering into the ear of another young female supine beneath her on the comfortable bed. Her Eloise was using Marie’s own erotic harness to impale the weeping girl who trembled either in fear or uncontrolled emotions under her.
Her daughter’s stance of dominance and her brittle demeaning pattern of speech was a side of Eloise she had never seen before. Where was her sweet 16 daughter?
Marie back quietly out of the room. She was rattled. Had she caused this erotic turn in character in her daughter with the dissolute nature of her employment? Did her daughter discern the depraved sense of her inner thoughts and was trying to imitate her? Marie had always hidden these things from her daughter but she sensed it was too late and that Eloise was irreparably harmed by her seedy influence.
She busied herself in the kitchen preparing the evening meal.
Eloise nonchalantly wandered into the kitchen almost a half hour later with the pretty blond student in tow.
“Hi Mom, this is Nicolette. She is in my class. She is 16 just like me and we are really good friends. Right, Nicolette?”
The blond girl smiled at Marie and said,
“Your daughter is teaching me an awful lot, Mrs. LaRousse. She is so smart and she knows how to make me listen real good.”
The two girls didn’t realize that Eloise’s mother had already witnessed just what kind of lessons they were studying together. When they thought Marie was not looking they tweaked each other’s nipples like playful little pets looking for fun. Marie did see and she was not amused.
When she was alone with the blond Nicolette, Marie kissed her on the lips and told her,
“I would like to taste your pretty little pussy, little one.”
The blond girl was panic-stricken. She did not want to offend Eloise’s mother and she was flattered at the advance. Before she could say a single word, Marie slid her hand up under her short skirt and began to stroke her blond bushy pussy. The silly girl had an orgasm before Eloise returned to the dining room. Eloise looked at her red-faced best friend and knew right away that something was up.
Marie had quickly determined it was all sex with this one and very little love. Her daughter could have all the fun she wanted without the danger of entanglements.
“Mom, what did you say to Nicolette?”
“I just told her she was a beautiful girl and I was happy she was your friend. She is welcome to stay for a sleep-over anytime you want, dear.”
Later in the TV room, she could tell Eloise was playing with her pussy under the blanket but the little blond slut Nicolette was looking right at Marie with hungry eyes.
The very next day, Marie’s boss Pierre told her that one of the girls was stealing from customers. Marie knew this was a direct reflection on her and she told Pierre she would take care of it immediately.
The girl’s name was Mimi and she was one who always played up her “cute attitude”. Marie did not like her very much and had hired her only against her better judgment and in deference to Pierre’s insistence. Mimi knew she was in trouble as soon as Marie told her to “see me in my office right away”.
Marie let Mimi stew in front of her desk for a short while. The short, slender girl in her mid-twenties had unusually large breasts that made her petite frame look very top-heavy. Marie knew how proud Mimi was of her breasts and often saw her swinging them about to boost her popularity with customers.
“It has been brought to my attention that you have been relieving some clients of cash from their wallets. What do you have to say in defense?”
Mimi was really nervous. Her knees were shaking and she felt like she had to pee badly. All she could do was just look at Marie with a guilty stare and mumble, “Sorry”
I am afraid that “Sorry” is not going do it this time, young lady. You have to be taught a lesson. You will either accept your immediate dismissal or pull your pants down and bend over my desk this very moment.
Mimi was thinking but she knew she had to keep her job at all costs.
“I will do it right here, Madame, please. I am really sorry I took the money and I will never do it again.”
“How much did you take, Mimi?”
“It was 25 Francs, Madame.”
“Then you will take 25 hard ones from my cane. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I am ready.”
The girl tucked her dress in her belt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her well-padded bottom was glistening in the light of the desk lamp and she shivered a bit in fearful anticipation of the first blow.
Marie swished the cane in the air a few times to impress the young girl with the sound of her impending punishment. Then she tapped the cane lightly on the girl’s ass to fix the target. Mimi was whimpering in distress even though she had not even received a single stripe from the cane.
The first swipe of the cane hit Mimi’s ass dead center. She stiffened and her face went a little white in shock and she voiced the reception of her first blow with a heartfelt, “Oh, shit!”
A lot of the girls were listening outside Marie’s office to the in-house discipline. Marie could hear them laughing and giggling each time she gave Mimi another stripe on her reddening bottom. Mimi was just basically grunting in complete capitulation and total resignation to her punishment. The very last stripe was probably the worse because it fell right into the track of a previous one. Copious tears were running down the apologetic Mimi’s face and she thanked Marie for her pity in allowing her to keep her job.
Marie felt real good after the session because each time the cane had descended on Mimi’s poor bottom she imagined it was her daughter’s little blond slut Nicolette bent over her desk.
She knew that one day very soon, Nicolette would feel the taste of her cane and, perhaps, even have the pleasure of her black dildo harness from the real owner and not a substitute. Then, she would see how long that silly smile would stay on the pretty blond girl’s face.
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