1. Back To Work


    Date: 6/9/2024, Categories: Lesbian Author: mature_joanna 

    ... be more than a swat with my crop!"

There followed what must have been about an hour of "training", with me crawling after her around the apartment, learning to keep to heel, with frequent reminders from the crop.

Before she left, she had me remove her skirt and knickers, bending to show me her arse and telling me to kiss it properly and thank her for the training session. Diligently kissing and licking her puckered hole, there was a definite aroma and taste, which was hardly surprising as she had been wearing her knickers all day! I thought to myself that I should have been appalled by this, but, strangely, I found it rather arousing. Once I had satisfied her and brought her to orgasm with my tongue and mouth, she warned me not to play with myself and told me to meet her again the next evening. Before she left, she had me stand so we could cuddle and kiss; not all punishment then!

The following morning, before I dressed, I checked my stinging arse in the mirror; I couldn't believe the bruising there, with obvious signs of a crop having been taken to it! Dressing, I worried about what Chantelle might say, hoping that she would be discreet. Needless to say, she noticed as soon as I entered her office, smiling and saying that it looked like my date ...
    ... must have gone well, if I had another one today. I said that it had gone very well indeed and, that yes, I had another one.

Entering my own office, I placed my attaché case on the ground and sat very carefully, mindful of both my stinging arse and the length of my skirt. When Chantelle brought my coffee in, she remarked on my skirt, asking if it was new, as it appeared to be shorter than usual. I blushed and had to acknowledge the fact that it was shorter and said that my date liked me in shorter skirts. I noticed that she raised her eyebrows at that, but I didn't elucidate any further and she didn't ask. Thank goodness for that; why did my PA manage to get me so flustered?

At lunchtime, I once again bought sandwiches for both of us and stood by Chantelle's desk. She smirked at me, saying that she didn't mind at all if I wanted to take my usual place on the edge of her desk. I blushed again and took my place on the edge of her desk, knowing that she would be able to see my stocking tops. As I sat, I asked myself why it was that I was so easily manipulated by younger women; as though I did not know the answer! When it came time to leave that day, as I said goodbye to Chantelle, she winked at me, saying she did like the new me, making me blush again!
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