{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"bc7aa06e-b4c1-4a70-81e0-aec662a624b4","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-09-25T15:53:58.467Z","title":"I got more than I asked for - by Emma No Knickers","slug":"i-got-more-than-i-asked-for-by-emma-no-knickers","shortId":"cIC7Y5hH","authorNote":"I'm often asked about the origins of the characters Lisa James and her landlady, Mrs Henderson. They came from the story \"I got more than I asked for\" by Emma No Knickers. Many years ago I asked Emma if I could continue writing stories using her characters and she was more than happy that I should. Here is the original story in all it's glory!","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Lisa James becomes the submissive plaything of her dominant landlady, Mrs Henderson, and her friends.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"4a15dfff-ce02-415d-b73a-72d18e8bf02d","title":null,"summary":"\nI got more than I asked for by\nEmma No KnickersThe\nfirst day of my new job was better than I t","wordCount":9156,"readTime":46,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nI got more than I asked for by\nEmma No Knickers

The\nfirst day of my new job was better than I thought possible, at\ntwenty-seven I had earned this job through sheer hard work. I was in\ncharge of about a dozen people in a small insurance agency. The\nnameplate of \"Manager Ms Lisa James\" on the door made me\nfeel fantastic. My only regret was that I had to move away from home\nand I had booked myself in to a hotel for a few weeks until I found\nmyself a flat.

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I\nhad declined the offer of a first day drink with my new colleagues\nand was just tidying my desk when in walked Mrs Henderson. She\nintroduced herself and I was a little taken aback by the way she\ninformed me how she was here to clean the office and hoped I was not\nthe sort who liked to work late. She was quite a stern looking lady\nbut friendly and when I told her about staying in a hotel she quickly\noffered me the use of her spare room. I was very unsure of staying\nwith the office cleaner but the thought of saving the money on a\nhotel room and the fact that see seemed a nice person made my mind up\nfor me.

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I\nwas surprised to see she lived in a quite large detached house in a\nvery exclusive area, she told me that her husband was a successful\naccountant before he died and she only worked as a cleaner for\nsomething to do with her time. She was in her early fifties and\nseemed the type of person to stand for no nonsense and despite me\nbeing the new office manager she treated me like a teenager for the\nfirst few weeks. I must confess that after a day of dealing with all\nmanner of problems it was comfortable to come home to Mrs Henderson\nand be relieved of any responsibility what so ever. I was sitting in\nthe lounge on Sunday morning when Mrs Henderson walked in.

\n \"I really do wish you would wear something more suitable for\nSunday lunch,\" she said briskly. I looked down at the tracksuit\nI was wearing and for some reason I went straight up to my room and\nchanged in to a skirt and blouse. It felt so strange to be told what\nto wear and I couldn't understand why I was so keen to do as Mrs\nHenderson told me. We had a guest for lunch, it was one of my\nlandlady's friends Mrs King, I had seen her a few times and I was so\nembarrassed when she told her how she had made me change my clothes\nfor lunch. My face went even redder when I heard Mrs King's reply, \n

\n\"You'll be putting her over your knee next,\" she laughed. I\nwas then shocked to hear Mrs Henderson reply,

\n \"Oh she's too big for that it will have to be over a dining\nroom chair for the strap,\" and with that they both laughed.

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In\nbed that night I could not get their comments out of my mind and I\nactually visualised myself over the chair. This was ridiculous. The\nstrange image in my mind was actually turning me on. The whole of the\nnext day was filled with me thinking of a reason for Mrs Henderson to\nput me over the chair. That night over tea I summoned up the courage\nand asked if she really did have a strap. She got up and walked over\nto a drawer and then placed a brown leather strap on the table. My\nwhole body seemed to tingle and I could not take my eyes of it. When\nshe went out of the room I picked it up, it was about eighteen inches\nlong and heavier than I thought. Again the image of me across the\nchair filled my mind.

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\n \"Fascinated are you, it can really make a young lady dance.\"\nShe smiled and I felt myself flush with acute embarrassment. Later\nthat night when we were having a cup of tea she told me quite openly\nthat she got the idea I might like to feel the strap across my\nbackside. In disbelief I heard myself admit that I was curious and\nMrs Henderson told me I would have to wait until Friday evening, as\nshe did not want me having trouble sitting down at work afterwards.\nThe week went so quickly and every day I told myself I would tell her\nthat I was only joking and it was quite ridiculous that I should let\nher put me over the chair. But it was soon Friday and I could hardly\nspeak during tea and as soon as we had finished the strap was put on\nthe table. \n

\n\"Come on young lady let's get it over with,\" she said in a\nno nonsense manner.

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Everything\nwas in slow motion as I stood up and bent over the back of the chair,\nI still had my shoes on and I could just about put my hands flat on\nthe seat comfortably. I was startled to feel her hands at the hem of\nmy skirt and as she lifted it up round my waist I wanted to shout\nstop. \n

\n\"This skirt is a little tight dear, just go and put your\nnightdress on\", she said as if it were the most normal thing in\nthe world. Without question I went straight upstairs to change even\nputting some fresh panties on. My mind was racing but I could not say\nanything as I bent over the chair again and then I gave a loud cry as\nshe swung the strap down. I was on tiptoes without my shoes and could\nfeel my bum cheeks tighten. The pain was much worse than I had\nimagined and she did not give me time to think about it as another\ncrack made me cry out again. \n

\n\"Let's get this out of the way,\" she commented as she\nlifted my nightdress well clear of my bum. My breathing was soon\nbecoming heavy and each smack of the strap made me gasp loudly and\ngrip the front of the chair tightly. I was beginning to shuffle on\ntop of the chair and each time I sensed the strap coming down I tried\nto cushion the blow by thrusting my poor bottom in to the backrest.\nSoon I was actually lifting my legs up in the air and altogether\nmaking a most undignified spectacle.

\n\"That's twenty to start with.\" I heard Mrs Henderson's\nvoice.

\n \"Please no more.\" I was sobbing now and my bottom was\nreally stinging. Then I felt her hand touch my panties and she ran it\nall over my behind.

\n\"Quite a hot bottom you've got,\" she said mockingly. Then\nwithout a pause in between she gave me six much harder strokes. She\nhelped me to my feet and I stood with tears running down my face and\nmy hands furiously rubbing my burning bum cheeks.

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\n\"Right off to bed my girl and next time I will give you much\nmore.\" she snapped. I couldn't believe what was happening and as\nI walked upstairs she shouted, \n

\n\"It might be on your bare bottom next time\". I was in shock\nas I lay in bed. How could I have got myself in this situation, a\ntwenty seven-year old woman being strapped and then sent to bed at\neight o’clock. Soon the burning eased a little and a lovely warm\nglow spread from my bottom all over my body. Before I knew it my hand\nhad crept between my legs and I was actually masturbating. I reached\na wonderful climax with the picture of me receiving another hard\nthrashing this time on the bare skin from Mrs Henderson.

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Nothing\nwas said the next day and I even wondered if I had dreamed the whole\nthing. The feeling on my backside was amazing and for about three\ndays afterwards I sent myself to sleep with the image of myself\ngetting a bare bottom thrashing in my mind and my fingers between my\nlegs. By the following Friday I found myself a mass of nervous\ntension and the strap was almost like a drug that

I\nneeded. I looked at Mrs. Henderson and tried to plead with my eyes\nthat I wanted it but she seemed oblivious to my craving. Jokingly I\nstuttered a laugh and said how it was not like last Friday but I got\nno reaction at all. In a desperate attempt to provoke a confrontation\nI blatantly knocked over my cup of tea. She made me jump with a crisp\ncommand to go and get a cloth to wipe up the mess and as I did I\nbegan to feel the butterflies again. I could see her go to the drawer\nand take hold of the strap. \n

\n\"Last week you wanted to see how it felt, now I want to you to\nfeel a real punishment young lady!\" Her words were like an ice\ncube running down my back. I could not speak as my mind tried in vain\nto comprehend what I was doing but I was sent like an errant child to\nput my nightdress on for my second dose of the strap. Mrs. Henderson\nwas sitting when I returned and I was told to stand in front of her,\nwithout warning she reached under my nightdress to the waist band of\nmy panties. All I could mumble was \"please\" but she ignored\nme and the next thing I realised I was lifting each foot so she could\nremove them completely. \n

\n\"I promised you it on the bare bottom young lady and you have\nonly got yourself to blame,\" she almost sniggered at me. Over\nthe chair the flimsy material of my nightdress was thrust high up my\nback almost to my shoulders. Oh god how I wanted to run and scream\nhow absurd it all was but I stayed as still as could be waiting for\nthe impact of the strap. With a loud \"crack\" she swung it\ndown a thousand times harder than the week before and a yell echoed\nround the room. I hardly recognised it as myself as another escaped\nfrom my lips and I found my voice to plead with her. Genuine tears\nwere soon running down my cheeks but as well as the tremendous pain I\nfelt an amazing feeling right between my legs. I eased open my legs a\nlittle and felt the air around my pussy and then found that by\nbending my knees slightly my sex itself was rubbing the top of the\nchair. Each stroke made me push my pussy harder onto the chair and I\ncould feel my legs getting further and further apart. The thought of\nwhat I must be showing entered my head and sent a surge of excitement\ndown to my, by now, wet vagina. It was too late, I knew if the strap\ncontinued I would reach a climax there and then in front of Mrs.\nHenderson.

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The\nnext couple of strokes were aimed at the tops of my legs below my bum\nand had the effect of making me spread open my legs even more. I was\npast caring how obscene I looked and needed to satisfy myself as I\nlewdly began to thrust myself into the back rest of the chair. I\nsuddenly noticed the searing pain of the strap had stopped and with a\nglance over my shoulder I saw her face smiling at me. I tried to hold\nback my scream and held my hands to my face as the most powerful\norgasm of my life tore through me and then as I bucked and thrust at\nthe chair she delivered a huge swing of the strap down on me. \n

\n\"You disgusting girl,\" she spat and almost dragged me\nupright to look at her before telling me to stand in the corner. I\nwas trembling and sobbing and as the nightdress fell to cover my\nshame my relief was crudely put to a halt when she ordered me to take\nit right off. I tried to cover my nakedness by standing close to the\nwall but she made me face her and then walk closer to her. She looked\nme up and down as I dare not cover myself before her eyes and then\nwith a mocking laugh she told me she was not finished with me before\nsending me to bed. \n

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In\nthe morning she seemed in a cheerful mood and I could hardly look her\nin the face and no mention was made of last night. Later she went out\nto do some shopping and I watched some television even though it was\na bit uncomfortable sitting down. When she returned I was told that\nshe wanted a word after tea about my future behaviour and again I\ncould not believe the absurdity of the situation. We sat in the room\nand I actually felt nervous as she spoke. \n

\n\"Well Lisa I think that you found your strapping enjoyable,\ndon't you?\" she asked. I could only answer shamefully with a\nwhispered \"yes\" and then I was told to stand in the middle\nof the room. It was like being in a different world as I was informed\nthat from now on she would use the strap whenever she saw fit. I made\nno attempt to argue and felt so childish having to stand like a real\nnaughty little girl.

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I\nwas then lectured on what Mrs Henderson thought my behaviour should\nbe like and I listened in horror when she told me that she had\ndecided to buy me some clothes to wear while I was doing what I was\ntold. The first item was a denim smock dress and I was told to try it\non. It was about six inches above the knee which was shorter than I\nwas used to wearing but what was more worrying was that the front was\nonly narrow and although it covered my boobs from the front it left a\nlot showing from the sides. I was glad I was wearing a bra and I\nthought that I would wear a T-shirt under it normally. The next was\nlike a netball sort of an outfit and the skirt was really short but\nthe third was a real shock. First there were white knee socks with\nblack sandals and then a ridiculous pink and white party dress more\nsuitable for a ten year old than a grown woman.

\n\n

I\nwas stood wearing this embarrassing outfit as Mrs Henderson continued\nto lecture me. My first task was to do some work in the garden on a\nSunday morning and then on Saturdays I was to do housework, the denim\ndress was my garden outfit and the netball one was for the housework.\nI was not told when I had to wear the dreadful party dress and did\nnot think too much about it as the first nightmare was to be seen in\nthe garden wearing the short denim dress. I was told to take my new\nclothes to my room and that I may as well go to bed as I would be up\nearly ready for the garden. Once again I had been sent to bed like a\nchild and even though I was furious I felt strangely aroused by my\ntreatment. At seven the next day I was woken with a sharp “knock”\non my door.

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I\nwas told to be downstairs in five minutes dressed as ordered. After a\nquick breakfast I was told to stand and then to my horror told to\ntake off the T-shirt I had on under the dress. I felt so embarrassed\nhaving to unclip the front of the dress and strip to my bra in front\nof Mrs Henderson.

\n\"That's no good my girl, take the bra off as well.\" I was\nmortified at hearing the words but I could not resist and slowly\nreached behind to unfasten my bra. I was so ashamed to have to expose\nmy breasts to Mrs Henderson and quickly pulled the front of the dress\nup. Out in the garden the cold air blew right through the side of the\ndress and my nipples were soon hard. I was given a list of tasks to\ndo, each time I had to bend over my boobs were barely contained in\nthe dress and despite my shame I carried on. I was left alone while\nmy landlady went to prepare lunch but then I saw our neighbour\nstanding at the fence.

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He\nwas about sixty and he could not take his eyes of me, which was no\nsurprise with my boobs almost hanging out of the sides of the dress.\nHe soon engaged me in conversation and I had to keep smiling and\ntalking to him. Mrs Henderson returned and to my disbelief she told\nhim how she had bought the dress as part of a new regime in\ndiscipline for me. I blushed furiously at the way she talked about me\nand then she offered to make a cup of tea for them both when Mr Blake\nsaid he wanted to hear more. I learned that she had invited him to\nlunch and it got worse when she told him how she was fed up with my\nslovenly appearance and that she had got me a lovely dress to wear\nfor Sunday lunch. Inside I was told to go upstairs and change, then\nwith a smile Mrs Henderson said how Mr Blake had been very interested\nto hear of my treatment and offered to help.

\n\n

I\nbegged her not to make me wear the dress but all she did was laugh\nthat it would be the least of my worries as she had promised to show\nMr Blake how I liked the strap. The mention of this humiliation sent\na shudder through me and I knew she would carry out her threat. I\njust hoped that I could keep my underwear on. This was so absurd that\nI had not even considered refusing such a ridiculous scenario. During\nlunch I could hardly eat a thing as they talked cheerfully and I felt\nalmost in a daze, then I was brought to my senses when Mr Blake said\nwhat a well-behaved young lady I was. Mrs Henderson then got up and\nshowed him the strap. \n

\n\"She quite likes it really but I do try to make it sting,\"\nshe said with a giggle. In fact I was going to give her some this\nafternoon would you like to stay to see for yourself. Of course he\nwas not going to turn down such a bizarre invitation.

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They\nretired to the lounge and I was left to do the dishes, every so often\nI heard their laughter. Mrs Henderson shouted for me to bring one of\nthe dining chairs in to the lounge and the strap she added. I placed\nthe chair in the centre of the room. \n

\n\"How old are you then Lisa,\" asked Mr Blake in the most\nsarcastic voice possible and with my face bright red I mumbled,\n\"twenty-seven\". They both laughed as he replied,

\n \"I would say you look more like seven\". I was informed\nthat Mr Blake was keen on the discipline of young ladies and he had\nshared some ideas with Mrs Henderson so in future he was going to\nhelp with my regime. They told me that I had better do exactly as I\nwas told and as they suspected I got some kind of thrill from it all\nanyway they had decided to be very severe with me. There was no time\nto consider the implications of this statement as I was soon over the\nchair with my dress up round my waist, my white panties on full view.\nI gritted my teeth determined not be reduced to the snivelling wreck\nI was before when Mrs Henderson spoke.

\n \"You deserve this don't you my girl?\" and I could only add\nto my shame by answering \"yes\".

\n\n

With\nthat she dragged my panties down to my knees.

\n\"Knickers down,\" she laughed. It was mortifying to be\nexposed like this in front of them and I was literally shaking with\nanticipation and fear but she had decided to really make me suffer\nthe shame of it all this time. I was told to stand up and turn the\nchair around so Mr Blake could see my backside properly. My panties\nwere down round my ankles as I finished shuffling round and I was\ntold to remove them altogether. By the time I had finished I had\ngiven him a good look at my bushy triangle and it did not go\nunnoticed. \n

\n\"It's a pity she has all that pubic hair, it spoils the\nspectacle don't you think?\" He spoke to Mrs Henderson as if I\nwere not even there. She made me stand right in front of them both\nwith my dress held up high. She reached out and ran her fingers\nthrough my pubes. \n

\n\"Yes I see what you mean, although she does have quite a nice\ntriangle,\" and with that she gave my pubes a little tug. I\ncouldn't believe the turn of events and the way they were talking\nabout my most private place as if I was invisible. My legs almost\ngave way with the absolute shame when he asked her if they should\nremove it, she replied that they should trim most of it off with the\nscissors and then shave my mound bald. Mrs Henderson looked at me and\nsmiled,

\n\"I think you would enjoy that Lisa don't you?\" I shook my\nhead as she told Mr Blake to fetch his razor.

\n\n

I\nwas dumb with disbelief as I took the dress right off and got a towel\nand a bowl of water. When I returned I heard Mrs Henderson on the\nphone, \n

\n\"Yes we're going to shave her bare and I think she will do\nabsolutely anything we tell her\". She put the phone down and\ntold me that Mrs King was coming to watch as well. I gave a little\ngasp at the prospect of my never ending torment.

\n\"You really like this sort of treatment don't you,\" she\nlaughed. I was in a different world as I lay on my back over the\nkitchen table when I heard the doorbell. Mr Blake was back and I\ncould see his look of pleasure as he saw me waiting. He was told\nabout Mrs King and as she would be about twenty minutes he asked if\nhe could \"inspect\" the area first. He pulled up a chair and\nsat between my legs while my landlady made a pot of tea. He gave me a\nsharp smack to my leg and told me to hold the backs of my knees and\npull them up to my chest. I was almost in tears of humiliation as he\nmade me open them as wide as I could.

\n\n

I\ncould feel his hands all over my pubic hair and he commented to my\nlandlady on what a pretty little pussy he thought was hiding under\nall this hair. Then he made me gasp out loud as he ran his fingers\ndown my exposed slit. Soon he began to open my pussy lips and then\nteased my clit. \n

\n\"Well, well, I think our young lady is getting excited,\" he\nexclaimed as he pushed two fingers deep inside me to feel my arousal.\nHe then pulled apart my pussy as wide as he could and I squealed as\nhe pinched my sensitive clitoris. I could see Mrs Henderson standing\nbehind him with a mocking smile on her face, as he gave my bottom a\ngentle smack to get me more on my shoulders. Now I could have really\ndied with humiliation as he pulled apart my bum cheeks, \n

\n\"A few hairs there we will need to remove,\" he muttered as\nthey stared at my wide open bum hole. They were interrupted by Mrs\nKing at the door and when she walked in I was still in the same\nposition.

\n\"Good grief young lady, you've got nothing to hide like that,\"\nshe laughed as they joined in.

\n\n

Next\nI felt the cold steel of the scissors as Mrs Henderson started to\nsnip away at my pubes. Mrs King was not content to watch, she was\nfascinated about why I was letting myself be treated so shamefully.\nShe stood by the side of me.

\n\"So this turns you on does it Lisa? Fancy a grown woman wanting\nto suffer the shame of all this and then the strap,\" she\nlaughed. I couldn't answer her as I was made to jump when cold water\nwas poured over my bulging mound and Mr Blake said,

\n\"Don't move young lady we’re going to get you as smooth as a\nbaby’s bottom\" And again they laughed. The sensation was\nincredible as he carefully drew the razor along every part of me and\nI tried to imagine how they could see every last detail of my exposed\nsex. He pulled my poor pussy all over to get every last hair and I\ncould feel myself becoming wet with my own excitement mixed with the\nincredible shame. \n

\n\"Now for the tricky part,\" he said and then I begged,

\n\"Please no!” as both the women pulled apart my bottom cheeks\nso he could get access to my bumhole. His face was only a few inches\nfrom my most secret place and as I looked through my legs I saw their\nmocking smiles. Then with a final slap to my backside he said,

\n \"All done.\" They all laughed out loud as Mrs King said,

\n \"What a sight for sore eyes.\"

\n\n

I\nwas given the stupid dress and told to go upstairs and look at my new\nhaircut and to put the dress back on. I stared in shock at my\nhairless pussy in the mirror and a real thrill ran through me at the\nway I was being humiliated beyond belief. Downstairs I was made to\nwalk about the room and hold up my dress in various positions.

\n\"That's much better,\" laughed Mr Blake, \"Looks much\nmore like a seven year old.\" And once again I had to suffer\ntheir laughter. Mrs King told me to come over and stand in front of\nher with my dress still held high in the air,

\n\"You don't look much like the office manager now, do you Lisa?\"\nAgain I simply could not speak as she continued to taunt me.

\n\"Are you looking forward to the strap then,\" she mocked.\nThis time I was put over Mr Blake's knee and I felt even more shame\nat such a childish position but they were going to extract every\nounce of humiliation possible by making me ask for a spanking. \n

\n\"Please will you spank my bare bottom?\" I was made to say\nand as he lifted the dress clear of my backside more laughter was\ndrowned out by the sound of crisp hard smacks to my bottom. I\nexpected it to be much gentler but he really gave me a good \"tanning\"\nas he put it. It must have lasted a good five minutes and I really\nwriggled on his lap as he even slapped all the way down the backs of\nmy legs. After he made me promise to be \"a good little girl I\nwas allowed off his knee. I had to thank him for giving me what I\ndeserved and then I was put in the corner with my dress still around\nmy waist and my red bottom on show while they had a glass of sherry.\nI wasn't really taking much notice of their conversation but then I\nheard the words \"send her to the shop.\"

\n\n

\n\"Please, please you can't make me go outside like this, I will\ndo anything you want in here but please not outside!\" I was\nreally begging but I could see by the looks on their faces that it\nwas no use. \n

\n\"I'm a grown woman I can't go out like this please!\" Mrs\nHenderson left the room and returned with a pink ribbon, I was\nsobbing as she put my hair in a ponytail with it. \n

\n\"Perfect!\" she exclaimed and told me I was to go to the\nlocal newsagent and buy a lollypop, all of them howled with laughter\nand as I cried Mrs Henderson pushed me over the chair and gave me six\nreally hard strokes of the strap. \n

\n\"Now go and wash your face and do as you're told or I will take\nyou to work like this tomorrow young lady\". I stood at the door\nand Mr Blake reached in his pocket, he gave me fifty pence and

said,

\n\"Does the little girl want a lolly pop?\" and then I was\noutside.

\n\n

It\nwas fairly cold and as I reached the gatepost Mrs Henderson shouted\nme, I thought they had only been joking and I would be allowed back\ninside. \n

\n\"Catch!\" she laughed and threw my panties at me.

\n\"We don't want you getting a cold bottom!\" and with that\nthe door was shut. I stood in shock with my knickers in my hand when\ntwo young lads walked round the corner. I tried to look composed as\nthey looked in bewilderment at me. When they got past me they burst\ninto laughter and I started to walk the short distance to the shop. \nAlthough it was not very busy on a Sunday afternoon I knew I would at\nleast have to face the man at the shop. I set off walking and then I\nrealised I still had my knickers in my hands and worse I could\nimagine the backs of my legs would still be red from the spanking. Oh\nmy god this was so humiliating! What if someone asks me what I was\ndoing. As I walked I became really conscious of my knickerless state\nbut I just couldn't stop and put them on in the middle of the street.\nEach step seemed to bring my bottom into view. A few people passed on\nthe opposite side of the road but no one seemed to take much notice\nas at last I got to the shop. My relief at the shop being empty was\nshort lived as to my horror someone else walked in. I tried to walk\nround the shop and keep out of way but an elderly woman followed me\nand she could not take her eyes off me. I heard her whisper something\nto the shopkeeper and they both looked at me, the humiliation was\nalmost beyond comprehension.

\n\n

After\nshe left I made my way to the till, the man behind the counter was\nabout forty and he stared in amusement at me. I could see him look\nat me then all of a sudden he asked if I was Lisa. I stood in shock\nas I nodded yes and realised my tormentors must have told him I was\ncoming. Then he laughed and I froze with fear.

\n\"So you've been a naughty girl have you?\" I tried to tell\nhim that I didn’t know what he meant but he interrupted me. \n

\n“I’ve just spoken to a good customer of mine, Mr Blake, and he’s\njust told me an interesting little story about you.\" He grinned.\n

\n\"I know he buys those magazines about girls being spanked and it\nlooks like he's got the real thing now\". He asked what I had got\nin my hands and I could only reach out to show him, he took my\nknickers from my hand and threw them in the bin.

\n\"You won't be needing these.\" He grinned. \n

\n\"Now show me your backside, I want to see if it’s true.\"\nHe laughed and before I could reply he told me if I didn’t do as he\nsaid he would ring the police and tell them I was a shoplifter. My\nheart was beating so fast as I said, \n

\n\"Please, someone might walk in.\" His callous response was\nto tell me to get on with it then. I turned round and flipped the\nback of my dress up.

\n\"Very nice, so you really have been spanked,\" he mocked. I\nquickly let it fall back down and asked if I could go now. \n

\n\"Not until I see the view from the front,\" he said, with a\nlook of contempt on his face.

\n\n

I\nknew it was a hopeless situation and I looked at the door to see if\nanyone was coming and then lifted the dress up at the front. \n

\n\"Mr Blake tells me you're twenty-seven Lisa so where's you\nlittle curls then?\" he laughed, as I put it back down and begged\nhim,

\n\"Please somebody will see me.\" But he barked that he had\nnot had a good enough look. \n

\n\"I want you to lift it right up to your bra, if you're wearing\none, and open your legs as wide as you can,\" he snapped. The\nunbelievable humiliation was actually turning me on and I could feel\nmy pussy starting to get wet. The more demanding he was becoming the\nmore excited it was making me.

\n\n

I\ntook a firm hold of the frilly hem of the dress and hoisted it high\nto my chest. \n

\n\"Well if you don't want the whole world to see you why don't you\nat least move away from the window,\" he said. I was almost too\nturned on to care if a hundred people were watching but I walked to\nthe side anyway. I took a deep breath and moved my feet as far apart\nas I could, I actually tried to thrust out my shaved sex to his gaze.\nHe looked in amazement and let me stand for what seemed like an\neternity. \n

\n\"I don't believe this, you're enjoying it aren't you?\" He\ngrinned. \n

\n\"OK you little slut show me your arse again,\" he ordered. I\nturned round with the dress still round my shoulders and then he told\nme to bend right down as far as I could go. With my legs straight and\nstill wide apart I had to let go of the dress but it remained bunched\nup round my shoulders, I knew he could see absolutely everything I\nhad. \n

\n\"Grab your ankles and bend your knees a little,\" he\nlaughed. I could feel my bum cheeks open wide in the ridiculous\nposition he had me in. I could hear him walk towards me and then his\nhand was on my bottom, his fingers moved all the way down the cleft\nof my bum and even touched my anus. \n

\n\"Slap! Slap!\" As he gave me two hard smacks he told me to\ngo into the storeroom. There was a door between the shop and the room\nand from his position near the till he could see in to it but the\nrest of the shop could not. \n

\n\"Right strip naked,\" he hissed. It didn’t take long to\nremove the dress and my bra and with just my white knee socks and\nsandals I waited all too eagerly for my next command. I gasped in\nshock as he told me to open the door to the outside and go in to the\nback yard and then I was told to carry forty-two crates of lemonade\ninto the storeroom. \n

\n\"Don't worry there’s a high wall, no one can see you,\" he\ngrinned. He then picked up the phone and I heard him saying,

\n\"Yes she’s fine, I've got her stripped stark naked fetching\nlemonade from the yard,\" he laughed.

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He\ncontinued to tell them how I had posed in the shop and then to my\nabsolute horror he laughed that he had not told me about the security\ncamera. It took over half an hour to move all the stuff and during\nthis time at least a dozen people had been in the shop and he had\ntalked to them so calmly as he looked at his naked helper working\naway. For my part the feeling of being outdoors naked was fantastic\nand knowing that any time he could have invited someone to see me\nkept me aroused the whole time. When I had finished I again had to\npose for him. I was stood right next to the door only a few feet away\nfrom the unaware customers.

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He\nmade me do all kinds of humiliating things like pull and pinch my own\nnipples and bend over and \"swing my tits\" to laying on the\nfloor holding my bum cheeks apart. At last he told me I could go and\ntold me that next week I was to return for more of the same but he\nwould have time to think of something really humiliating for me to do\nsince I obviously loved every minute of it. When I got to the door he\ntold me to stop and walked towards me, he looked up and down the road\nand as it was quiet he pulled my dress up and gave a really hard\nsmack to my bottom. \n

\n\"Off you go you little tart,\" he laughed. On the way back I\ndidn’t care who saw me and I could not wait to get back, I hoped\nthey were still waiting for me and were not finished with me yet.\nBack in Mrs Henderson's front room I had to tell them exactly what\nhad happened and I even admitted how exciting it had made me feel. I\nwas told that they had decided to make every Sunday my discipline day\nand this would involve severe thrashings and humiliations and also\nthey would ensure plenty of people saw me behave myself.

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To\nfinish off my first day I had to strip completely naked down to my\nsocks and shoes. I was back over the chair but with my legs spread\nwide apart and I was told that each of them was going to give me\ntwenty with the strap. Mrs King was first and she waited about two\nminutes between strokes. All the time she told me what a dirty little\ngirl I was and how I should be ashamed of myself for being a

\"kinky\nlittle bitch\". I was out of breath and gasping as she finished\nand my backside was beginning to really hurt. She sat down and\nconfessed how she had really enjoyed it and would have to think of\nsome really interesting things for me in future, Mr Blake was next\nand his strokes were much harder. They really had me bouncing on the\nchair and I was soon openly crying.

\n\"Stop whining my girl you know you’re loving every minute,\"\nhe taunted.

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When\nMrs Henderson picked up the strap I begged her to at least let me\nhave a rest. My request was to earn me more torment as she made me\nstand up and put my hands on my head. \n

\n\"So you want a rest do you?\" she mocked and then I was made\nto run as fast as I could on the spot while she delivered the strap.\nMy audience grinned as my boobs bounced lewdly for their enjoyment\nand I was thrashed mercilessly for their amusement. At last she\nstopped but she told me to open my legs as wide as I could and then\nshe delivered one hard stroke right up between my thighs onto my\nfreshly shaved sex. I squealed in horror at this new onslaught and\nclutched my hands between my legs. To finish my torment for the day I\nwas made to masturbate on the floor in front of them while they told\nme how they had all thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon. As my\nlandlady's guest's left I was standing in the shower, my poor\nbackside was throbbing and burning as I let cool soothing water run\ndown it.

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The\ndoor opened and Mrs Henderson was stood there. She helped me dry\nmyself and then took me to my room. She asked me if I wanted more of\nthis type of treatment as she had found the whole situation amazing\nas she felt I had. It was easier to talk to her now and we had a very\nbizarre conversation about my new found compulsion to be treated so\nshamefully.

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More\nhumiliation

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The\nnext day at work when Mrs Henderson arrived she had me stand naked on\nmy desk while she cleaned my office. Every so often she would stop\nand walk up to me. \n

\n\"Still got a hot bottom, haven't you?\" she said as she\nstroked her hand over it. \n

\n\"I wonder if everyone has left,\" and with that she opened\nthe door. I gave a low moan and whispered \"please\". She\nlaughed.

\n\"You absolutely love this don't you,\" and I could only nod\nmy head in shame. The feeling of being naked in my own office was\nincredible and even though I knew everyone had left I was shaking\nwith fear at the wide open door. Back home and I had to put my\nnight-dress on before tea but I was not allowed underwear. Afterwards\nI had to spend twenty minutes standing in the corner with my bottom\nbare and then I was sent to bed. Mrs King was invited to tea one\nnight and the procedure was the same, this time I was allowed to stay\nup until she left but most of the time I was stood with my nightdress\nup around my waist. She really enjoyed having me answer the most\nembarrassing of questions. \n

\n\"Have you played with your little bare pussy again?\" or\n“Are you looking forward to having your botty smacked again?\"\nshe would tease.

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On\nSaturday morning I was in my \"netball\" outfit and was told\nto go round to Mr Blake's house. This was the first of my many trips\noutside that I had been promised. I only prayed that no one from work\nwould see me. As I stood at his front door I could feel people\nstaring at me, at last he opened the door and then to my shock a\nyoung man was also there. He introduced me to Colin, a lad of only\neighteen, who was there to do some painting for Mr Blake. \n

\n\"This is Lisa, she is staying with Mrs Henderson next door and\nshe’s going to the shop for

Me.\"\nI was mortified not only to be stood in front of the grinning Colin\nbut also to know I was to go outside again. I was shown the room that\nbeing painted and all the time Colin never took his eyes off me, also\nhis amused grin never left his face either.

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At\nlast we left Colin to his painting and Mr Blake had me stood in front\nof him, he lifted my skirt and starred at my navy knickers. Without\nwarning he put his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down to\nmy knees. \n

\n\"Please he might walk in,\" I whispered but I was told that\nit didn’t matter if he did. I had to remain like that while he had\na good look and feel of my pussy. \n

\n\"I think you need a touch up with the razor young lady, don't\nyou?\" he mocked. I had to remain like that with my skirt up and\nmy knickers round my knees while he went to get everything. I stared\nat the door convinced Colin would walk in and see this ridiculous\nsight and when the door started to open my knees almost gave way in\nfear. Mr Blake then looked at his razor and remarked how he thought\nhe ought to have some new blades to ensure that I was left without a\nsingle hair, as he put it. I didn't realise the significance of this\nremark until he told me that this is what I had to go to the shop\nfor. He sat down in front of me again and proceeded to pull my\nknickers down to my ankles. He gave my leg a little slap and told me\nto lift it so he could remove the knickers completely. \n

\n\"You need some fresh air on this pretty pussy of yours,\" he\nremarked casually I and realised I was to go to the shop like that.\nThe skirt was obscenely short and I could not believe he intended me\nto go out like this. Before I had time to argue he asked if I wanted\nColin to go with me. I begged \"no\" and then a note was\nthrust into my hands.

\n\"Take this to Mr Jackson, he will get the razor blades for you\".\nI couldn't believe he had given me a note to take to the shop, he was\nreally treating me as if I was seven years old. I was made to go in\nto other room and ask Coin if he wanted anything from the shop and\nagain he could not take his eyes off my legs. \n

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Outside\nthe cool breeze made me instantly aware of my knicker-less state and\neach step I took seem to send the pathetic excuse for a skirt high in\nthe air. The wind seemed to increase as I turned on to the main road\nand I was sure any one behind me would see my bare bottom without\ndifficulty. This time the shop was much busier and I stood in the\nqueue for a few minutes. I gave the note to Mr Jackson and he looked\nat me with a mocking smirk across his face. \n

\n\"I'm afraid I'll have to go and get some from upstairs in a\nminute Lisa\" he smiled. I was left to stand at the side while he\nserved people and all the time he kept talking to me. He asked me\nwhat I was doing today and was I looking forward to helping him\ntomorrow and all the time everyone stared at me standing there being\nspoken to like some ridiculous child. Eventually the shop became\nquiet and he led me in to the storeroom and gave me the razor blades.

\n\"I wonder what these are for?\" he asked teasingly and at\nthe same time he lifted my skirt. He roughly pushed his hand between\nmy legs and rubbed his fingers along my slit. \n

\n\"Is the naughty little girl going to come for me?\" he\nhissed. The shop door opened and he whispered to me to continue and\nnot to stop until I had an orgasm right there in the storeroom. I\ncould plainly hear all the people in the shop and all the time he\nkept looking across at me. I was furiously rubbing at my moist pussy\nlips and teasing my own clit. I could barely contain my scream as I\nshuddered to a huge climax and my pussy was soaking. I could see him\nsmile in triumph at me and then I was shocked to see him put his\nfinger to his mouth and gesture to me. He wanted me to place my\nfingers in my mouth and taste my own pussy. After a slight hesitation\nI complied and the feeling was a mixture of intense arousal and pure\nhumiliation as he watched.

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On\nthe way home I had to walk past some workmen and blushed bright red\nat the obligatory wolf whistles. Mr Blake had everything ready for my\nreturn and soon I was over his kitchen table with my legs spread wide\napart and my skirt on the floor. I think he could tell from the state\nof my wide open pussy what I had been doing and he scolded me like a\nchild for playing with myself. He had difficulty getting to my anus\nproperly and grinned that he ought to ask Colin to hold apart my bum\ncheeks. I quickly took hold and pulled them as wide apart as I\npossibly could. \n

\n\"All done,\" he sighed and gave my bum a sharp smack and I\nfroze in fear, as I knew Colin must have heard it. Then I was allowed\nthe protection of my skirt but not my knickers as I was sent to ask\nhim if he would like a cup of tea.

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Back\nin the kitchen Mr Blake told me I had one last thing to do before I\ncould go. I stood open mouthed in protest but I knew I would do it. I\nwas to show Colin my pussy. I was told I could make it look like an\naccident or just walk in and lift my skirt up but Mr Blake must be\nsure he had seen it. I had a strange urge to actually walk in and\njust show him but I knew it had to look like an accident, although it\ncould be no accident that I was knickerless. I took a deep breath and\nwalked in the room I had his cup of tea in my hand and I offered it\nto him and then squatted down to put it on the floor. I could feel\nhim stare at my legs and as I reached out to place it down I opened\nmy knees a little. I knew my pussy was on full view and a thrill ran\nthrough me, I had done it quite easily. Then the bombshell! \n

\n\"Lisa are you showing yourself off again?\" shouted Mr\nBlake, Colin gave a nervous laugh and I went beetroot red. Mr Blake\nthen told Colin how I was a little tramp who enjoyed showing herself\noff and then to my horror he lifted the skirt high in the air. \n

\n\"You may as well give him a proper look you shameless tart,\"\nhe hissed. \n

\n\"Look at that Colin she even shaves herself so she can show all\nshe's got\", the humiliation was electrifying as he turned me\nround.

\n\"Let's see the back then,\" he laughed. He asked Colin what\nhe thought and he mumbled that he had never seen anything like it. I\nwas told to go in the front room and I could hear the two of them\ntalking. They both entered and Mr Blake informed me that they had\ndecided to teach me a lesson. I was to remove every stitch I had on\nand show them every square inch of my naked body. Colin sat\nmesmerised as I slowly stripped for their gaze. Once naked I had to\npose in the most revealing positions imaginable, blatantly showing\nthem every detail of my exposed body. Gradually Colin began to relax\nand along with his huge grin he became more demanding even making me\njump up and down on the spot to \"bounce my tits\" for them.\nSoon I was laid on the floor and opening my pussy lips as wide as I\ncould for them to see right inside me. Colin laughed.

\n\"The bitch is loving it, my mates will never believe this\".\nMr Blake replied,

\n\"I'm sure if you ask nicely the next time we can invite a couple\nof them.\" I almost came on the spot at the thought of doing this\nin front several grinning teenagers. Before I was sent home I had to\npromise that soon I would let Colin and a few of his friends see me\nnaked.

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The\nfollowing afternoon I had been promised a really severe thrashing for\nmy disgraceful behaviour. Along with my three tormentors from last\nweek there was to be someone new. Alison was the daughter of Mrs King\nand her Mother had told her all about my peculiar desire for\nhumiliation and she was fascinated. Alison was about the same age as\nme and I really hated the thought of her witnessing my ordeal. They\nwere all in the lounge when I walked in, as before I had on my\n\"little girl\" outfit and Alison burst out in laughter when\nshe saw me. \n

\n\"Good grief Mum I thought you were joking\". Mr Blake was to\nbe in charge of me for the punishment and the others would sit and\nobserve. He had me stood with my hands on my head while he told them\nabout my \"disgracefully lewd display yesterday\". First of\nall he made me repeat,

\n\"I am a dirty little girl who needs thrashing\" and with\nthat I had to raise my dress above my waist. From behind he reached\nout and pulled the white cotton panties to my knees. Alison tried to\nstifle a giggle as my shaved sex was displayed to them. \n

\n\"As you can see Alison, she is shaved once a week to remind her\nwhat a dirty girl she is,\" said Mr Blake and Alison openly\nlaughed at my shame. Next I had to walk all the way in to the dining\nroom and fetch a chair, all the time I was told not to let my panties\nfall past my knees. I tried to walk back in the room with the chair\nand my legs were getting wider and wider apart, I must have looked an\nabsolute sight as they all laughed at my predicament. Once in place\nmy tormentor sat on the chair and hauled me over his knee. \n

\n\"I think a nice bare bottom spanking to begin with,\" he\ninformed my audience. The slaps to my bum were delivered slowly but\nwith as much force as he could. Between smacks he let his hand wander\nall over my bum cheeks. He commented on the increasing redness and\ntold the ladies how \"warm\" it was getting. Soon I was\nwriggling and gasping at each smack, then he actually pulled open my\nbum cheeks with both hands to expose my bottom crease to their gaze.

\n\"Not much red here,\" he laughed and asked for his little\nstrap. I was off his knees and after he had removed my panties\ncompletely I found myself kneeling over the back of an armchair. He\nlifted each knee so it was actually on the arm of the chair and then\nmade me bend as far over the back as I could. My dress was now over\nmy head and I was practically naked except for my bra. I gasped as he\nran his fingers down the crack of my bum. \n

\n\"This is the area we will be dealing with,\" he said as if\nhe were carrying out some kind of scientific demonstration. I hadn't\neven see his \"little strap\" but I soon felt it! The first\nstroke had me yell in surprise as well as pain. He brought it down\nagain right along the crease in my bum. In this position it was wide\nopen and even my poor exposed anus was not shielded from the stinging\npiece of leather. The strap was making me thrust my bum about in the\nmost lewd way imaginable and he was reduced to trying to hold my\nbottom with one hand and bring the strap down with the other. Mixed\nbetween these strokes I still received an occasional hard smack with\nhis hand across my backside. After a couple of warnings to keep my\nbottom still he asked for a volunteer. I was mortified to hear Alison\neagerly offer her services. She was instructed to stand at the side\nof me and hold my bum still.

Her\nhands felt cold on my already blazing backside and she gripped quite\nhard, the way she was holding me actually forced my bum cheeks\nfurther apart. \n

\n\"Hold her steady,\" he said concentrating and then a flame\nburned right down my bum crack to my quivering little anus. I\nscreamed in shock at its searing heat and as he prepared for another\nAlison laughed. \n

\n\"You can actually see her bottom hole open and close when she\ntenses herself\". Amidst the amused laughter another stroke\nlashed down followed by another, he was managing to land then right\non my bum hole. As I braced myself for another he changed direction\nand brought the strap up to my gaping pussy. My squeal reached a new\npitch as once again mocking laughter filled the room. Allison's grip\non my bum was even tighter as my pussy was the new target and between\nstrokes she had taken it upon herself to administer some smacks of\nher own.

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I\nwas sobbing almost uncontrollably by now and at last I was allowed\nup. As I stood the sensation between my legs worsened as the tortured\nflesh was brought together. My whole body heaved as I cried and\nthrough the tears I could see my tormentors were quietly drinking\nsherry and commenting on how it looked like she really felt that. I\nwas given ten minutes to wash my face and \"stop snivelling like\na two year old\". I was praying that it would be the end of my\npunishment and the thought of more humiliation was better than any\npain. Back in the room I was mortified to see a cane laid on the\nchair, I was really begging now.

\n\"Please no more, I promise to be a good girl!\" I repeated\nit over and over again but Mr Blake just stood there. I even stamped\nmy feet.

\n\"It's not fair I've done everything you wanted please don't use\nthe cane\". I offered to do absolutely anything, I would go\noutside and show myself off to anyone they wished, I would play with\nmyself any time they wanted and in front of anyone. \n

\n\"That's quite a tantrum young lady,\" mocked Mrs Henderson\nand then I was given the most humiliating option yet. I was told I\nhad to calm down and beg for the cane across my bare arse or I could\nleave tomorrow and not see them any more. My mind was in a complete\nturmoil as I was given a few minutes to make my decision. Slowly my\nsobs died down and I walked up to Mr Blake.

\n\"I am sorry will you please cane my bare bum.\" Alison gave\na muted giggle.

\n\"She is one kinky little bitch\". I had to stand in front of\neveryone and ask them all the same thing. Mr Blake took my dress off\nme and then he unfastened my bra.

\n\"That's a good girl,\" he encouraged me as I opened my legs\nand touched my toes. The first stroke was like my worst nightmare\nfrom the horrendous whoosh to the dull impact and scorching pain. I\nwas given a few minutes to compose myself and then had to ask for the\nnext one. I received six full-blooded strokes of the cane and then\neveryone came to feel my bruised and tortured rump. I felt a great\nsatisfaction that I had taken my punishment and I was sent to my room\nwhere Mrs Henderson soothed my burning bum with cold cream. She gave\nmy bum a gentle pat and laughed.

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\n \"Wait till the girls at work see this\".

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