“You should be careful Andrea,” Sal said quietly. “You will go too far one of these days!”
“And then what?” Andrea giggled.
“Well you don’t know what he might do? Get you alone a dark alley one night perhaps!”
Andrea laughed. “I can’t see that happening. Older men just fantasise; it’s the younger ones that are the doers!”
“I wouldn’t bank on that. Look at that story in the papers last week about that fifty year old man who they nicknamed as Mr Spanker,” Sal replied.
“Hmmm spanking now you’re talking!” Andrea laughed.
Sal laughed too.
“No Mr Stanley is a pussy, not a harmful bone in his body that one,” Andrea said.
“Is that why you tease him then?” Sal asked.
“I like teasing older men. You know they are always watching you; striping you naked with their eyes; you can almost hear their dirty thoughts and you can sometimes see their pants bulging. Poor sods can only look; they can’t do anything about it. I love that!”
“That’s really cruel Andrea. Leading guys on just for fun!” Sal told her.
“Lighten up Sal…you take life so seriously at times.”
Andrea knew that Sal had a bit of a soft spot for Mr Stanley who worked in the photocopying department. She liked him as well; he was a nice man and quite friendly. Bill Stanley was forty four and divorced and though still with a full head of hair and a keen walker which kept him trim and fit, he was not known to have a women in his life at the moment. His vulnerability for Andrea was that he was an older male and she loved to tease. Sometimes subtle things like undoing an extra button to give an eyeful of her ample 36DD breasts or perhaps bending down when looking into a filing cabinet giving a glimpse of her well apportioned thighs. Her favourite with Mr Stanley was to sit nonchalantly while she waited for her copying with her legs slightly apart. Sometimes she wore stockings and this would make him drool. Today he had done just that. She had pretended to read some papers as she let her legs part slowly and out the corner of her eye she had caught him staring, mouth wide apart and eyes glazed over. After she had left him she went up to Sal and told her about it. Sal was not happy with her. She knew that Sal was right and it was wrong to do what she did but she just couldn’t help it. She had learned from a very early age how to play on male vulnerability and now at nineteen and having developed into a very attractive blond she played it for all it was worth.
“Well I would just warn you to beware Andrea, one day you may take things too far!” Sal said.
Andrea smiled as she wandered wistfully back to her desk.
It was a few days later as they were heading home from a shopping trip that Sal told her that she had to pop round to a relative’s house to check on his plants. Andrea didn’t mind she had no plans to go out that night. Her regular boyfriend Tim was away for the week and she had just planned an evening in front of the television. Andrea followed her around the terraced house as she watered the various houseplants. She had no idea who the relative was but she guessed it to be someone older.
“It’s my uncle’s house,” Sal told her after she asked.
It was when they reached the lounge that Andrea got a shock. “What on earth!” she exclaimed as she saw the set of stocks in the middle of the room.
“They’re stocks,” Sal told her.
“I can see that but what on earth does he do with them?” she said as she inspected them.
Sal shrugged her shoulders.
“Do they work?” Andrea asked her.
“Let’s see,” Sal said as she lifted the head and arm restraint into the air. “Come on put your head and hands in,” Sal told her.
Andrea giggled as she stepped up to the stocks and placed her head and hands on the holes. Moments later Sal had secured her. “Yes they do work!” she laughed.
Sal stepped back and looked at her friend secured in the stocks. “You look so funny like that,” she laughed.
“Okay you have had your laugh now get me out of here.” Andrea told her.
Sal stepped forward and attempted to lift the stock arm. “It’s locked!” she told her.
“SAL!” she shouted.
“I better give my uncle a shout to open it,” Sal said as she left the room.
“He’s here?” Andrea shouted after her. “I thought……”
Five minutes later she returned with a man. “What the f……!” Andrea exclaimed.
“Meet my uncle Andrea!”
“Mr Stanley!” she shouted.
Andrea gasped as she watched Sal give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back in about an hour,” she said.
“An hour will be fine Sal!” Bill Stanley said.
“Let me out of here,” Andrea told him.
He said nothing as he walked slowly around the stocks. He took in every inch of the young blond girl held in his stocks. The black tight top that showed her protruding nipples and the short kilted skirt and black tights. “No stockings today Andrea?” he asked her.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
Bill put his arm around her waist. ”So I am a pussy am I?”
“Let me go NOW,” she told him.
“I asked you a question!” he said sternly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” she told him.
“And you didn’t mean to sit in front of me with your legs open all those times; or flash your tits at me time and time again?”
“I’m sorry Mr Stanley.”
He moved in front of her and lifted her chin with his hand so that they made eye contact. “I think you deserve to be punished.”
“Punished! Who the fuck do you think you are?” she told him.
He forced her chin higher. “I’ll tell who the fuck I am,” he replied, “I am the fucker who is going to take your pants down and give you a thrashing!”
“Please Mr Stanley let me go,” she pleaded.
“Oh and one more thing,” he told her. “I am going to film it and if I have the mind to I will put it on the internet for all to see!”
“Look I am sorry. I will never tease you again Mr Stanley,” she called out as he left the room.
He returned a few minutes later with a black leather mask covering his head and a leather paddle in his hand. He went to the far end of the room and then came up to the stocks. Suddenly she felt his hands at the belt of her skirt. “Please don’t do this,” she pleaded.
He ignored her plea and moments later her skirt was sliding down her legs to the floor. “Please stop,” she sobbed.
“I am sorry Andrea but this has to be done!” he told her as his slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of her tights and started to push downwards. She could feel the cool rush of air as her flesh was exposed. Her knickers came down with her tights and she sobbed quietly as her nakedness was revealed. Moments later he had pushed them down to her ankles.
“Well I have to say you have a pert little bottom Andrea. Something that we old men love to see at our age,” he said as he ran his hand over her firm cheeks.
“You’re a bastard!” she told him.
“A dirty old bastard!” he told her as he ran his hand down her stomach to her mound. “And you are a whore aren’t you Andrea?”
She said nothing as his fingers parted her shaved cunt lips.
With his other hand he taped her bottom lightly with the paddle. “I asked you a question whore!”
“I am not a whore!” she told him.
Suddenly he brought the paddle down hard against the soft flesh of her bottom. Andrea screamed out. “Are you sure Andrea?”
“I….I am a whore,” she sobbed.
He walked round to the front of the stocks and reached with his hands to her top. “You don’t mind me looking at your body do you?” he asked her as he lifted it to expose her breasts. She looked into his eyes with contempt but said nothing.
“You have a lovely breasts and a lovely pussy Andrea,” he told her as he looked at her while running his hands over her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples.
Again she said nothing as she stared back at him.
“Now then, how many strokes of the paddle shall I give you Andrea?”
Andrea remained silent.
“I take that as a fifty then!”
“Fifty!” she shouted.
“How many then?”
“Two,” she told him.
He shook his head. “That’s far too few. I should give you one for every time you have teased me into an erection!” he told her.
“I am sorry,” she told him.
“How many did you count Andrea?”
“I never counted any,” she responded.
Bill ran his hand over her face. “Come on Andrea. You said you can sometimes see the bulge in the pants of the men you tease. So how many times did you see one in mine?”
“Lots, Mr Stanley. I’m sorry.”
“Yes lots!” he told her “And it isn’t very nice Andrea getting aroused like that and not being able to do anything about it.”
“I said I’m sorry Mr Stanley.”
“Are you really sorry Andrea?”
“Yes Mr Stanley,” she pleaded.
“So how are you going to put things right then Andrea?”
“How would you like me to?”
Bill ran his hand down her body and stopped at her mound. “I could think of a few ways Andrea!”
“You mean let you fuck me?”
“Well in my book a girl gives a man an erection for one reason and one reason only!”
“Okay I will let you fuck me then,” she replied.
“I don’t think you fully understand Andrea. I’m not talking about a fuck. I’m talking about regular fucking; being available whenever I want you.”
“I see!” Andrea exclaimed.
“And it will be regular Andrea. You may be surprised to find that we old bastards have a big and healthy sexual appetite.”
“I am beginning to see that!” Andrea told him.
He kissed her gently on the lips. “Good now that we understand each other let’s get the punishment over with.”
“PUNISHMENT!” she shouted.
“Yes Andrea. I told you I am not a pussy and anyway I need some good photos just in case you renege on your agreement once you are out of here!”
“Bastard!” she said softly.
Suddenly he brought the paddle down hard against her bottom. Her scream filled the room. “Yes I am a bastard!” he said.
Ten minutes later he released her from the stocks and she fell sobbing profusely into his arms. He bottom was red and stung from the dozen strokes of the paddle that he had administered to her. He held her tightly as she sobbed for a few moments and then guided her across to the settee before taking off his mask. He thought about fucking her there and then, but he decided to leave it for a more relaxed occasion. Fifteen minutes later she had dressed and composed herself. He kissed her as he asked her how she felt now. “Bloody sore still” she said with a half sob and a smile.
“Good”, he smiled, “So you are going to be a good girl from now on?”
“Yes Mr Stanley,” she replied as she returned his kiss. “You wouldn’t show that film to anyone would you?”
“Not as long as you keep to our agreement”.
She glanced across at the video camera that stood on the tripod at the far end of the room. “When do you want me?”
“Well I think on Monday you might have a lot of photocopying to do. Lunchtimes are usually very quiet,” he replied.
Andrea smiled.
“There is a new dress code for the photocopying room now by the way!” He told her.
“Oh?” she asked as she got up to leave.
“Yes. Stockings and no panties!”
She smiled again as she joined the awaiting Sal. “There’s more to your Uncle than meets the eye Sal!” she told him.
Sal laughed. “Yes I hear he can be quite a handful.”
Andrea giggled. “Yes I think I may have met my match in Mr Stanley!”
“And then what?” Andrea giggled.
“Well you don’t know what he might do? Get you alone a dark alley one night perhaps!”
Andrea laughed. “I can’t see that happening. Older men just fantasise; it’s the younger ones that are the doers!”
“I wouldn’t bank on that. Look at that story in the papers last week about that fifty year old man who they nicknamed as Mr Spanker,” Sal replied.
“Hmmm spanking now you’re talking!” Andrea laughed.
Sal laughed too.
“No Mr Stanley is a pussy, not a harmful bone in his body that one,” Andrea said.
“Is that why you tease him then?” Sal asked.
“I like teasing older men. You know they are always watching you; striping you naked with their eyes; you can almost hear their dirty thoughts and you can sometimes see their pants bulging. Poor sods can only look; they can’t do anything about it. I love that!”
“That’s really cruel Andrea. Leading guys on just for fun!” Sal told her.
“Lighten up Sal…you take life so seriously at times.”
Andrea knew that Sal had a bit of a soft spot for Mr Stanley who worked in the photocopying department. She liked him as well; he was a nice man and quite friendly. Bill Stanley was forty four and divorced and though still with a full head of hair and a keen walker which kept him trim and fit, he was not known to have a women in his life at the moment. His vulnerability for Andrea was that he was an older male and she loved to tease. Sometimes subtle things like undoing an extra button to give an eyeful of her ample 36DD breasts or perhaps bending down when looking into a filing cabinet giving a glimpse of her well apportioned thighs. Her favourite with Mr Stanley was to sit nonchalantly while she waited for her copying with her legs slightly apart. Sometimes she wore stockings and this would make him drool. Today he had done just that. She had pretended to read some papers as she let her legs part slowly and out the corner of her eye she had caught him staring, mouth wide apart and eyes glazed over. After she had left him she went up to Sal and told her about it. Sal was not happy with her. She knew that Sal was right and it was wrong to do what she did but she just couldn’t help it. She had learned from a very early age how to play on male vulnerability and now at nineteen and having developed into a very attractive blond she played it for all it was worth.
“Well I would just warn you to beware Andrea, one day you may take things too far!” Sal said.
Andrea smiled as she wandered wistfully back to her desk.
It was a few days later as they were heading home from a shopping trip that Sal told her that she had to pop round to a relative’s house to check on his plants. Andrea didn’t mind she had no plans to go out that night. Her regular boyfriend Tim was away for the week and she had just planned an evening in front of the television. Andrea followed her around the terraced house as she watered the various houseplants. She had no idea who the relative was but she guessed it to be someone older.
“It’s my uncle’s house,” Sal told her after she asked.
It was when they reached the lounge that Andrea got a shock. “What on earth!” she exclaimed as she saw the set of stocks in the middle of the room.
“They’re stocks,” Sal told her.
“I can see that but what on earth does he do with them?” she said as she inspected them.
Sal shrugged her shoulders.
“Do they work?” Andrea asked her.
“Let’s see,” Sal said as she lifted the head and arm restraint into the air. “Come on put your head and hands in,” Sal told her.
Andrea giggled as she stepped up to the stocks and placed her head and hands on the holes. Moments later Sal had secured her. “Yes they do work!” she laughed.
Sal stepped back and looked at her friend secured in the stocks. “You look so funny like that,” she laughed.
“Okay you have had your laugh now get me out of here.” Andrea told her.
Sal stepped forward and attempted to lift the stock arm. “It’s locked!” she told her.
“SAL!” she shouted.
“I better give my uncle a shout to open it,” Sal said as she left the room.
“He’s here?” Andrea shouted after her. “I thought……”
Five minutes later she returned with a man. “What the f……!” Andrea exclaimed.
“Meet my uncle Andrea!”
“Mr Stanley!” she shouted.
Andrea gasped as she watched Sal give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back in about an hour,” she said.
“An hour will be fine Sal!” Bill Stanley said.
“Let me out of here,” Andrea told him.
He said nothing as he walked slowly around the stocks. He took in every inch of the young blond girl held in his stocks. The black tight top that showed her protruding nipples and the short kilted skirt and black tights. “No stockings today Andrea?” he asked her.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
Bill put his arm around her waist. ”So I am a pussy am I?”
“Let me go NOW,” she told him.
“I asked you a question!” he said sternly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” she told him.
“And you didn’t mean to sit in front of me with your legs open all those times; or flash your tits at me time and time again?”
“I’m sorry Mr Stanley.”
He moved in front of her and lifted her chin with his hand so that they made eye contact. “I think you deserve to be punished.”
“Punished! Who the fuck do you think you are?” she told him.
He forced her chin higher. “I’ll tell who the fuck I am,” he replied, “I am the fucker who is going to take your pants down and give you a thrashing!”
“Please Mr Stanley let me go,” she pleaded.
“Oh and one more thing,” he told her. “I am going to film it and if I have the mind to I will put it on the internet for all to see!”
“Look I am sorry. I will never tease you again Mr Stanley,” she called out as he left the room.
He returned a few minutes later with a black leather mask covering his head and a leather paddle in his hand. He went to the far end of the room and then came up to the stocks. Suddenly she felt his hands at the belt of her skirt. “Please don’t do this,” she pleaded.
He ignored her plea and moments later her skirt was sliding down her legs to the floor. “Please stop,” she sobbed.
“I am sorry Andrea but this has to be done!” he told her as his slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of her tights and started to push downwards. She could feel the cool rush of air as her flesh was exposed. Her knickers came down with her tights and she sobbed quietly as her nakedness was revealed. Moments later he had pushed them down to her ankles.
“Well I have to say you have a pert little bottom Andrea. Something that we old men love to see at our age,” he said as he ran his hand over her firm cheeks.
“You’re a bastard!” she told him.
“A dirty old bastard!” he told her as he ran his hand down her stomach to her mound. “And you are a whore aren’t you Andrea?”
She said nothing as his fingers parted her shaved cunt lips.
With his other hand he taped her bottom lightly with the paddle. “I asked you a question whore!”
“I am not a whore!” she told him.
Suddenly he brought the paddle down hard against the soft flesh of her bottom. Andrea screamed out. “Are you sure Andrea?”
“I….I am a whore,” she sobbed.
He walked round to the front of the stocks and reached with his hands to her top. “You don’t mind me looking at your body do you?” he asked her as he lifted it to expose her breasts. She looked into his eyes with contempt but said nothing.
“You have a lovely breasts and a lovely pussy Andrea,” he told her as he looked at her while running his hands over her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples.
Again she said nothing as she stared back at him.
“Now then, how many strokes of the paddle shall I give you Andrea?”
Andrea remained silent.
“I take that as a fifty then!”
“Fifty!” she shouted.
“How many then?”
“Two,” she told him.
He shook his head. “That’s far too few. I should give you one for every time you have teased me into an erection!” he told her.
“I am sorry,” she told him.
“How many did you count Andrea?”
“I never counted any,” she responded.
Bill ran his hand over her face. “Come on Andrea. You said you can sometimes see the bulge in the pants of the men you tease. So how many times did you see one in mine?”
“Lots, Mr Stanley. I’m sorry.”
“Yes lots!” he told her “And it isn’t very nice Andrea getting aroused like that and not being able to do anything about it.”
“I said I’m sorry Mr Stanley.”
“Are you really sorry Andrea?”
“Yes Mr Stanley,” she pleaded.
“So how are you going to put things right then Andrea?”
“How would you like me to?”
Bill ran his hand down her body and stopped at her mound. “I could think of a few ways Andrea!”
“You mean let you fuck me?”
“Well in my book a girl gives a man an erection for one reason and one reason only!”
“Okay I will let you fuck me then,” she replied.
“I don’t think you fully understand Andrea. I’m not talking about a fuck. I’m talking about regular fucking; being available whenever I want you.”
“I see!” Andrea exclaimed.
“And it will be regular Andrea. You may be surprised to find that we old bastards have a big and healthy sexual appetite.”
“I am beginning to see that!” Andrea told him.
He kissed her gently on the lips. “Good now that we understand each other let’s get the punishment over with.”
“PUNISHMENT!” she shouted.
“Yes Andrea. I told you I am not a pussy and anyway I need some good photos just in case you renege on your agreement once you are out of here!”
“Bastard!” she said softly.
Suddenly he brought the paddle down hard against her bottom. Her scream filled the room. “Yes I am a bastard!” he said.
Ten minutes later he released her from the stocks and she fell sobbing profusely into his arms. He bottom was red and stung from the dozen strokes of the paddle that he had administered to her. He held her tightly as she sobbed for a few moments and then guided her across to the settee before taking off his mask. He thought about fucking her there and then, but he decided to leave it for a more relaxed occasion. Fifteen minutes later she had dressed and composed herself. He kissed her as he asked her how she felt now. “Bloody sore still” she said with a half sob and a smile.
“Good”, he smiled, “So you are going to be a good girl from now on?”
“Yes Mr Stanley,” she replied as she returned his kiss. “You wouldn’t show that film to anyone would you?”
“Not as long as you keep to our agreement”.
She glanced across at the video camera that stood on the tripod at the far end of the room. “When do you want me?”
“Well I think on Monday you might have a lot of photocopying to do. Lunchtimes are usually very quiet,” he replied.
Andrea smiled.
“There is a new dress code for the photocopying room now by the way!” He told her.
“Oh?” she asked as she got up to leave.
“Yes. Stockings and no panties!”
She smiled again as she joined the awaiting Sal. “There’s more to your Uncle than meets the eye Sal!” she told him.
Sal laughed. “Yes I hear he can be quite a handful.”
Andrea giggled. “Yes I think I may have met my match in Mr Stanley!”
