by Monica Belle
There were two things she could be sure of: that he would be splitting his sides with laughter at the thought of her going without knickers at his command and that if there was the slightest chance of getting a peep he would take it. She considered sending a message with some juicy content and then rushing over to accounts to watch his reaction, only to abandon the idea as impractical. The only way to get a view of his workstation without being noticed would be to stand on the table in the copier room and peer in through the glass partition, which was sure to cause comment.
Besides, there was a better way. Clicking up her email, she replied to the last message the Controller had sent. I WANT TO SHOW YOU. I’LL BE BEHIND THE VACUUM SHED AT TEN PAST ONE. COME TO ME OR WATCH ME.
He would watch, and from out of sight, which could only mean looking down from the window in the top floor fire door, that seemed almost certain. Just possibly he would try and catch her instead, but it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be there, but she would be in the canteen, from where she’d be able to see him whether he went up the stairs to the top corridor or across the yard to the vacuum shed. He had no other reason to do either.
The answer came almost immediately. DO IT. I WILL WATCH YOU.
The rest of the morning passed at a crawl, until finally she was ready. Leaving her desk exactly at one, she made her way to the canteen, entering to find Brian and Dave in the queue, piling their plates high with curry and rice as they discussed the weekend’s football matches. Puzzled, she stepped quickly back before they could see her and ran up the stairs.
As she had remembered from drill, the fire door looked down on the little triangle of overgrown land between the back of the vacuum shed, the factory wall and the perimeter fence. They would have had a good view, if perhaps from a slightly unsatisfactory angle, but both were down in the canteen, stuffing themselves with chicken tikka masala.
Hurrying back to the ground floor, she left the main building and made her way to the vacuum shed. Nobody was about and she had quickly pushed through the tangle of bushes to the area she’d been looking down on moments before. It was hard to see in at the fire door window, but she was pretty sure nobody was there, while the only other places anybody could possibly have watched from were the rooftops and, just possibly, the upper deck of one of the city car parks, but only if her watcher had a pair of powerful binoculars.
She hesitated, wanting to try and provoke a reaction but a little scared. Nobody had been crossing the yard behind her, and the silence was absolute but for distant traffic and the hiss and thud of equipment in the vacuum shed. In sudden decision she tugged up her skirt, enjoying the sharp thrill of exposure despite herself, and made a slow turn, ensuring that any hidden watcher had a full view of both her bottom and sex. Nothing happened.
Laura covered herself, more puzzled than ever. Now keen not to be caught, she started back for the canteen, where Brian and Dave sat with a group of their friends, just finishing their meals. She turned to Mrs Davies, who was stirring the scum back into a trough of curry.
‘Excuse me, have Brian and Dave been here all the time since they arrived?’
‘Those two? Almost first in they were, and been here since. Why’s that?’
‘Nothing, I just thought … oh never mind. I’ll have the fish please.’
As Mrs Davies began to serve her lunch Laura glanced around the canteen, now completely baffled.
9
THE FOLLOWING DAY Laura came on her period, a relief both because she’d been careless with Chris and she was two days early, which meant she’d be clear for the weekend. It also went some way to explaining how fragile her emotions had been the day before, although she knew full well that she was only really trying to excuse her behaviour.
No more messages arrived from the Controller, also to her relief, or largely so. She also felt a little consternation, as his silence seemed to suggest that if he had watched her exhibit herself he’d been less than impressed, while she had no more idea of who he might be than before, only who he wasn’t. It did seem at least possible that she’d been too bold for him and had scared him away, or that for some reason he was unable to use email.
By the Friday evening her anticipation for the coming weekend had all but pushed the Controller from her mind, and when she got home she was delighted to find another bunch of roses and a parcel containing a minuscule bikini with a designer tag that made it worth at least ten times as much per square inch as any other item of clothing in her wardrobe. It was brilliant scarlet, and very much the sort of thing only a man would have chosen, intended for the bedroom rather than the beach, as the back was little more than a thong and the cups barely covered her nipples.
She put it on as underwear the next morning, intending to give Chris a treat as soon as they arrived at the hotel, and perhaps even tease him into giving her the spanking she now craved almost as much as proper sex. Taken to Turkey hadn’t helped, with Evangeline receiving a further three juicy punishments in the section she’d read over the week, including being made to line up with four of Mustapha’s other girls and done in front of the entire harem. That had been near the end, and she only had a few pages to go, so she threw the book in with her luggage on the off-chance that she’d have time to finish it, or more probably that she’d be able to use it to guide Chris in the right direction as to how he ought to be handling her.
The day was clear and bright, and although the morning had been cold Laura was soon driving with the windows rolled down, in increasingly high spirits as she made her way around the coast towards Sheringham. Things seemed to be going well, and she allowed herself to daydream about a life in which she had Chris to fall back on as a partner, maybe even a husband, rather than having to take responsibility for every tiny thing.
She had been to Sheringham before, but could only remember the beach beneath yellowish cliffs, which as a child had seemed to go on for ever. The hotel was easy to find, a great red brick edifice with an air of faded grandeur. Chris was already there, and greeted her with a kiss that grew quickly passionate, leaving Laura more convinced than ever of his good intentions. He’d booked a suite looking out over the sea and with a huge old bed just the look of which sent a shiver down Laura’s spine. It had been a long time since she’d been in bed with a man, too long, and although they’d only been together again for a few minutes she felt ready. Turning towards him, she put her hands to the hem of her top.
‘Thank you for your present. Would you like to see?’
Chris’s grin gave her the answer she wanted. She had already lifted her top a little, showing off the swell of her tummy, and pulled it higher as he sat down to watch from the comfort of a chair. That felt right, to have him as a relaxed and appreciative audience, fully dressed, while she stripped, tempting her to go naked once he’d enjoyed how she looked in her bikini. He was certainly doing that, the pleasure clear on his face as he admired the way the tiny cups struggled to hold in her breasts, which were in danger of spilling free if she wasn’t careful how she moved.
Tossing her top aside, Laura put her hands to the buckle of her belt, opening it slowly and unfastening her jeans. His eyes had moved lower, glued to her as she exposed herself, showing off the tiny scarlet triangle that covered her sex but hardly hid it at all. She had shaved, leaving the material to follow every contour of her lips, an openly sexual display she was hoping he would be unable to resist. His nod of appreciation and the movement of a hand to his crotch suggested just that, but as she made to push her jeans lower he raised a finger to stop her.
‘Turn around.’
Laura nodded, smiling nervously back over her shoulder as she turned to show him her rear view. He gave a pleased nod and spoke again.
‘Stick out your bottom and push your jeans down, nice and slow.’
She obeyed, delighted by his rude instruction and imagining how she’d look as she eased her jeans down to show off the full, near naked ball of her bottom, barely covered. Chris gave a low chuckle as her flesh came
on view and made a signal with his finger to indicate that she should carry on her strip. Again she complied, kicking off her shoes and peeling her jeans down and off, fully aware of what he could see from behind her.
‘Very pretty. So pretty, in fact, that I think we should go down to the beach.’
‘The beach?’
‘Yes, why not? It’s warm enough, don’t you think?’
‘Yes, but … but this is for you, Chris. I mean, the way I am.’
‘Oh, I don’t know. I rather like the idea of other people seeing you like that. Think how jealous they’ll be.’
‘But …’
‘Come on. Beach.’
He had got up, and as he spoke he planted a single firm smack on Laura’s bottom, leaving her skin tingling and warm. She immediately pushed her bottom out, hoping for more, but he had already walked past her, to look out from the window.
‘Yes, why not? There are some old boys in deckchairs along the front. They’ll certainly appreciate you, and I expect those men playing football will too.’
‘Chris, I’m not sure …’
‘You’ll enjoy it. Come on.’
Laura hesitated, hoping he’d threaten to spank her if she refused, which was sure to lead to sex, but quite wanting to do it. It felt daring, yet he would be with her to keep her safe, and to help her work out the arousal she knew full well her exposure would bring. She found herself nodding. Chris’s grin grew wider.
‘Good girl. I knew you’d see sense.’
He picked up the room keys and took her by the hand.
‘Aren’t you going to change?’
‘No. I prefer to stay as I am. That way it will be more obvious that you’re deliberately flaunting yourself.’
Laura shivered, intensely nervous but too aroused to back out.
‘Can I at least have a towel? I mean, while we’re in the hotel?’
‘No.’
He kept a firm grip on her hand, pulling her towards the door. Laura went, half reluctant, her sense of exposure growing painfully strong as she was led out into the corridor. Nobody was about, but as they reached the stairs two elderly women passed, throwing Laura looks of disapproval and making tutting remarks as they continued up the stairs. Chris merely chuckled, leading Laura on down the stairs, her face now pink with blushes. She tried to turn back as she saw how crowded the foyer was, but he kept his grip, leading her across to the main doors with every pair of eyes in the room following her wiggling, near naked bottom.
It was worse on the street, where half the population of the town seemed to have gathered, and only the sure knowledge that her top would prove unequal to any more strain prevented her from making a run for the beach and the cover of the sea. A glance at Chris showed that he was enjoying himself immensely, and she managed a weak smile as they waited for the lights on a pelican crossing.
As they crossed a car hooted, maybe for Laura, maybe not, but the sound made her jump and set her blushes hotter still. Once across, they quickly reached the beach, reducing Laura’s embarrassment, but only briefly. The large round pebbles made it hard to walk and hurt her feet, forcing her to support herself on Chris and making it impossible to walk with dignity. They had also passed the line of old men in deckchairs, who were now staring and making remarks among themselves. Laura couldn’t make out their words, but she could imagine their mingled disapproval and amusement, scorn and lust. She tried to hurry on, slipped as a pebble moved beneath her foot, fought for balance, caught it, only for the motion to tug her bikini top up, exposing both shamefully stiff nipples to the gaze of the old men and several dozen others.
For one awful moment Laura was in a state of blind panic, clutching at her breasts in an effort to cover them but still not properly balanced, until a supporting arm from Chris and a quick adjustment of her bikini top saved her from at least the worst of her embarrassment. A few more careful paces and she had reached the sand, shaking badly, her body flushed hot, but at least able to walk without risking making a complete exhibition of herself.
Never has she been so conscious of her body, or of male attention to her bottom, breasts and the tiny triangle of scarlet cloth that alone shielded her sex. Not sure that she could cope for much longer, she turned away from the town and the long stretch of uncrowded beach beneath the cliffs. Chris made no effort to change her path, sparking her gratitude for all that he was the one who had pushed her into showing herself off, only for a sense of disappointment to well up as they drew clear of the busier areas.
‘Do you think this is far enough?’
‘Not for what I have in mind.’
Laura swallowed, sure that at the least she would be made to sunbathe nude, maybe to swim naked, thoughts that filled her with a delicious sense of arousal and naughtiness. Work and the routine of her life seemed distant and irrelevant, Chris the centre of her world and the perfect man, a man who would bring her out of herself, who could take her to heights beyond anything she’d known before.
She let him lead, far up the beach to where the crumbling yellow cliff had formed spurs and alcoves, each creating a private world of warm, golden sand, open to the sea, but hidden from curious stares. Some were occupied, some were not, but only when they’d moved well past the nearest group seated on the sand did he pull her in between two long spurs. His voice was a low growl as he spoke to her.
‘Brace yourself against the cliff, as if I was going to give you a body search.’
Laura hastened to obey, setting her feet wide and leaning her hands against the surface of the cliff with her back pulled in to exhibit her bottom. Chris grinned and moved back to make a quick check to ensure nobody was approaching, then took out his mobile phone.
‘One for the long cold evenings when I’m old. Say cheese, and stick that bum right out.’
She laughed and blew him a kiss, her bottom pushed well out as the phone camera clicked to record her rude position. Chris took several shots, with Laura happily showing off, even tugging her bikini open to show off her bare breasts before once more getting into position against the cliff as he put the phone away. Again he checked the beach, before tugging down his fly to free his cock and balls into his hand. He was already half stiff, and pulling at his cock as he stepped close to Laura. One quick motion and her breasts had been spilt from her tiny bikini cups, another and the pants were down. He came behind her, cupping a breast in each hand as his cock settled between the cheeks of her bottom. She stuck her hips out, accepting him as he guided his cock lower, to find the entrance to her sex and push in, deep and hard.
A sigh escaped her lips as she filled, and again each time he pushed into her. Never had she felt so feminine, so sexual, paraded for men’s pleasure and then stripped and taken in the open air, her near naked body perfectly vulnerable to the man who seemed to understand her needs so perfectly. Better still, he was going to make her come, his hand snaking around her belly to find her sex and to rub at her as he continued to thrust himself deep from behind. She began to beg him to do it, lost in ecstasy too strong for her to care as the dirty words spilt from her lips. He chuckled to find her so abandoned, and with that Laura’s reserve broke down completely.
‘Do it, Chris, make me come … make me come while you fuck me … right in, deep in, and while you do it smack my bottom, please … smack my bottom, Chris, rub my pussy and spank my bottom!’
He didn’t answer, too busy with her sex and breasts, and the effort of thrusting into her and masturbating her at the same time. Again she cried out, begging to be spanked, but too late, her muscles locking in orgasm as he brought her off with a well-practised finger and a moment later he’d come himself, pulling free at the last instant to do it over her naked but unsmacked bottom.
Laura sank slowly to her knees, her muscles still twitching from the power of her orgasm, her ecstasy fading slowly to be replaced by embarrassment for what she’d said. Chris sank down beside her, to hug her and kiss her neck, then whisper into her ear.
‘What was that you s
aid? Does somebody like her botty smacked?’
At his words she seemed to melt, her muscles and her will-power giving way as one. Her bottom was still pushed out, ready, his hand moving slowly down the curve of her back towards his target, touching the swell of her cheeks, teasing between to make her sob and shiver, and stopping abruptly at the sound of voices.
‘Bugger.’
Chris moved quickly away, leaving Laura to struggle back into her bikini before peering out from their hiding place. The group they’d seen playing football earlier were coming along the beach at a run, and it was only their coach’s shouts of encouragement that had given them away. Laura shuddered as she imagined how they’d have seen her, kneeling all but naked with her bottom pushed out to be smacked, an image from her darkest fantasies and far beyond what she would have wanted in reality. Chris merely chuckled.
‘Back at the hotel, perhaps?’
‘Yes, please.’
Once more he took her by the hand, Laura now so far gone in her erotic haze that is was hard to imagine the other people around them as anything more than bit players in her fantasy. She was going to be spanked, and she was half wishing she already had been, so that they could all see her pink bottom and wonder, not knowing if she and Chris had being playing rude games, or better still, if she’d been naughty and he’d had to spank her for real.
As she was led through the foyer she was imagining that they all knew, every man and every woman, aroused or amused as she was taken upstairs to be punished, to be spanked like a wilful brat, perhaps for flaunting herself in her tiny bikini. Had Chris put her across his knee then and there, in one of the big overstuffed armchairs with everybody staring as her bikini pants were taken down, even then she wouldn’t have resisted.