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Chapter 1: An embarrassing journey
The bus came to a shuddering halt. Except for an old couple occupying the seat directly behind the driver it was almost empty. The only other passenger was a young girl. She glanced nervously towards the door as a youth climbed aboard. He was probably about 18 she thought, a few years older than herself, and quite good looking. However her swift appraisal quickly turned to concern, because as the bus pulled away from the stop the boy made his way down the central aisle and with a grin sat down next to her. Colour immediately rose to her cheeks. She quickly turned her face to the window and tried to ignore him, concentrating instead on the countryside that was gliding past. The summer sunshine was bathing the fields and hedgerows in a yellow glow. But it didn't help...she could feel his eyes as they roved slowly over her. Her nipples grew hard under the unwanted attention and she squeezed her thighs tightly together. She so hated her mother! Because the weather was "lovely" she'd made Lisa wear a short summer dress. It was way shorter than anything she'd normally consider wearing, and besides exposing most of her thighs, it also revealed far too much of the swelling curves of her breasts. Usually she kept herself hidden beneath baggy sweatshirts but her mother had insisted. According to her it was summer and it wasn't healthy "to hide yourself away from the sun". Worse still she hadn't been allowed to pack her own suitcase so was more than a little worried about what she would find when she finally opened it.
Lisa Lus was 15 years old and incredibly shy. At school she was teased incessantly about it. Her cheeks always burned when she was made to answer a question or explain something in front of the class and whenever she had to get changed for games she always tried to keep herself covered. The rest of the girls on the other hand didn't seem to mind wandering around the changing rooms naked so her shyness attracted lots of unwelcome interest. On several occasions her classmates has threatened to strip her naked and show the boys everything she'd got! And even though the teasing probably wasn't serious it still filled her with worry and caused her cheeks to flame with embarrassment.
She'd begged her mother not to send her, but it hadn't done any good. Now she was on the final part of her journey to her Aunt and Uncles farm. She'd be staying with them for the summer break, almost six weeks. The thought was just too horrible to contemplate; but her parents intended to travel across Europe for several weeks so there wasn't really any choice. Her Auntie Olivia was a very strict but also very attractive woman. The main problem was that she didn't like her niece one little bit. Lisa had no idea why this was but it was obvious whenever the pair met. Aunt Olivia constantly criticised her and often suggested to her mother that Lisa would benefit from some good old fashioned discipline, whatever that meant. And now she was going to be under her Aunts' supervision for the whole of the summer. As she'd waved goodbye to her mother at the railway station her heart had been filled with dread.
The short train journey had passed without incident and she'd found the bus station easily enough but now her heart was hammering in her chest as the boy next to her pressed closer.
"My names Anton," he said quietly and held out his hand. Very reluctantly and blushing profusely Lisa looked up into his grinning face before shaking his hand politely as she'd been taught to do.
"I'm Lisa. Lisa Lus," she said. It was almost a whisper.
"Well Lisa Lus and where are you going?" The grin on his face never wavered causing the blush in her cheeks to grow steadily hotter.
"I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle, the Brites, on their farm for the summer," she said reluctantly. She'd been brought up to be polite at all times, so she had to answer the horrid boy. She was horribly aware that his eyes kept flicking down to the expanse of smooth thigh revealed by her short dress and then back to the twin points that her nipples were making as they pushed shamefully against the thin cotton. Her face burned.
"I know it well, you'll need to get off in about 15 minutes, your Uncle’s farm is a few miles this side of the village." He paused and looked at her thighs once more. "Why don't we play a little game?" he said. The grin on his face grew even wider. Lisa looked up sharply. She didn't like the sudden superior tone in his voice and couldn't disguise the look of absolute horror that appeared on her face when she heard what he said next...
"Take your panties down and give them to me, and I'll let you get off at your stop." Her face turned scarlet. "If you don't I'll keep you here till we get to the next town, then you'll be in real trouble!" Lisa's heart was hammering so hard in her chest she thought it was going to explode. He grinned some more.
"Well?"
"Please," she whispered, "don't make me. Don't make do that."
"But that's exactly what you're going to do, well, if you want to get off at your stop." He grinned with pleasure at her obvious embarrassment. "Do you want to see your Aunt and Uncle tonight or are you coming into town with me?" He looked thoughtful. "If you don't do as you’re told I'm going to tell the driver and that old couple that you showed me your pussy. It won't take long before your Uncle hears what a little slut you are!“ He sniggered. The girls' face was absolutely scarlet. Lisa was trapped. She knew the awful boy was serious, if she didn't do as he said she'd be in all sorts of trouble. She looked desperately up the bus but no one was going to help her.
"You'd better hurry up," he said threateningly. She looked into his eyes. They were blue and hard like ice. With a small sob she reached under the hem of her dress, lifted her bottom slightly up off the seat and with trembling fingers slowly drew her white knickers down her legs. They sat there above her knees.
"All the way off and give them to me." It was an order. She did as she was told, leaning forward in the seat and slipping them off over her sandals. As she handed them to him she saw the look of triumph in his eyes and his gleeful smile. She wanted to hide herself away and escape from his grinning face but she couldn't, she was trapped where she sat, and now she didn't have any panties on! Watching her closely he opened the tiny garment, brought it up to his nose and sniffed.
"Mmmmmm I'm pleased you're a clean girl." Her face was so hot she felt dizzy. Suddenly she jerked as something touched her thigh. She grabbed for his hand and gripped it tightly, trying her best to push it away.
"N...N...No don't! Please don’t!" she stammered.
"Put your hands on the back of the seat in front and keep still," he said very quietly. The threat in his voice made her shake even more. Looking into his angry eyes she slowly lifted her hands and gripped the back of the seat just as she'd been told to do. Her knuckles went white as his hand slid up her gently quivering skin.
"Open your legs you little tart!" he hissed. Again she found herself doing as she was told. The hand curved around the softness of her inner thigh as it disappeared under her dress. She gasped and bit her lip, her cheeks glowing with heat as his fingers touched the fine hair that nestled between the tops of her thighs. Her bush kept all of her private places covered so she never trimmed it. And now she could feel those private places throbbing and tingling with a life of their own. She gritted her teeth as she felt a tell tale wetness beginning to seep from her girlish slit.
"P...P...P...P..Please stop," she whimpered but he didn't. Instead he leant heavily against her and she gasped as the creeping fingers slid easily between her slippery folds. In the hot moistness beneath her dress two of them pushed forcefully into her tight hole. Her hands gripped the seat back like a vice and she almost groaned out loud as the teasing digits slid wetly back and forth. He chuckled and held his hand up in front of her face. The fingers were shiny with sticky fluid. Blushing deeply she closed her legs tightly together. After that he made her beg him to let her go, which she did very prettily; But only after he'd pinched and pulled at each of her nipples through the thin material of her dress did he allow her to stand up.
Now as she stood at the side of the road he waved from the bus window as it pulled away, in his hand were her white panties. The grin on his face was as self-satisfied at it had been when she'd first seen him. With her pussy still leaking and with her nipples throbbing madly she looked up and down the empty lane. She couldn't believe what had just happened and now she was really worried. Her Aunt and Uncle were expecting her at 3 o'clock. She looked at her watch, it was half past already and she had no idea where she was! Luckily at that moment an old lady on a bicycle came around the corner. A few enquiries and Lisa discovered that the horrid boy had kept her on the bus way past her stop. According to the old woman, who thankfully gave her directions, she could reach her Uncle's farm within half an hour, if she took a path through the forest. Keeping to the road would almost double the time. Whilst the old woman spoke she kept staring down at the very prominent points that Lisa’s hard nipples were making in the front of her dress. The young girl blushed hotly, aware that she was leaking sticky fluid down the inside of her thighs. As the old woman stared a breeze suddenly lifted the hem of the summer dress revealing Lisa’s lack of panties. Her pubic bush and the delicate lips beneath were fully exposed. She squealed and grabbed at the floating material but it was too late.
“You dirty little hussy,” snapped the old woman, “I’ll be speaking to your Uncle!” With that she was gone.
Red faced Lisa hurried along the side of the road until she came to the path the old woman had described. Gratefully she plunged into the shelter of the trees. Once safely out of sight of any passing traffic she laid her little case on the grass and opened it. It didn’t take long to search through its contents but much to Lisa’s dismay there weren’t any panties. Her mother had sent her with two white cotton vests, a very short denim skirt, two pairs of sandals and several short summer dresses. Besides her toiletries bag there was nothing else in her case! That was all! No panties or bras and, she realised, no nightgown or pyjamas either! What was she going to wear in bed? Lisa couldn’t believe what her mother had done. Why on earth hadn’t she included any underwear? Self-consciously she continued to walk along the forest path with nothing beneath her dress. Her face was burning with both embarrassment and indignation. How could her mother have been so cruel? She hadn’t walked far when an urge to go to the toilet began to make itself known. Soon her bladder wouldn’t be denied but Lisa was a very shy and proper young girl. The thought of going to the toilet, or "making pee-pee" as she childishly called it, in the open, filled her with anxiety. What if someone happened to come along and see her? It didn’t bear thinking about. Soon she was almost running as the need to urinate became increasingly urgent. As she hurried along the track it passed narrowly through a stand of thick bushes. It was then that she spotted the cabin standing a short distance from the path. They were bound to have a toilet! Gratefully she scampered through the gate, which was set in a heavy wooden fence, and up to the front door where she knocked loudly. No-one answered.
"Ooooohhhh come on, come on!" she gasped under her breath. But nobody came to the door.
Resignedly she ran back to the path now almost overcome with the pain building in her bladder. If she didn't go within the next few minutes she'd wet herself. Looking frantically around she hurried across to a gap in the surrounding greenery, held her dress up to her waist and bobbed down. Just as the first trickle of fluid began to spurt from her hole an angry voice made her literally jump out of her skin.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lisa looked up into the face of a huge man. His shirt sleeves were rolled up revealing bulging forearms and across one shoulder he carried an axe. She squealed and tried to stop the fluid that was starting to jet from between her open thighs but her bladder wasn't going to be denied. The stream of urine squirted noisily onto the grass. Her face burned with humiliation as she realised he could see everything, absolutely everything. She tried to lower her dress but couldn't. It was firmly trapped above her bent legs and rolled around her waist. She couldn't move. With no choice she remained in the revealing position until she'd finished. The man was angrily calling her a dirty little scrubber but she was too consumed with shame to really listen. All she was aware of was that he was seeing her go pee-pee and she wanted to curl up and die. She could feel his eyes examining the open lips of her pussy as she squatted in front of him. The embarrassment was so intense that she thought she might faint. At least that would be an escape! Slowly the flow decreased and after a few final squirts she jumped to her feet.
"Aren't you going to wipe yourself?" Lisa simply shook her head miserably as she fixed her gaze firmly on the grass by her feet. She couldn't bear to look at him.
"And why aren't you wearing any panties you little tart?" Lisa couldn't bring herself to answer. She just stood there shaking like a leaf with her face bright red.
"This is private property and you're trespassing." Picking up her case he turned and started to walk towards the cabin. "Well come on!" he barked crossly.
He disappeared through the door with Lisa following slowly behind. Once inside he handed her a piece of rag before sitting down on a chair and sliding her case onto the kitchen table.
"Well go on, clean yourself up you dirty girl." Beneath his amused gaze she quickly wiped her pussy and not knowing what else to do put the now slightly wet rag into her pocket. She glanced up fearfully. His annoyed expression frightened her so when he told her to stand in front of him and put her hands behind her back she did just that. Her nipples had been hard ever since the horrible boy had pinched them and since the old lady had looked at them but now because she was scared they were getting even harder. Her girlish but full breasts bulged out against the front of the thin dress, her bra doing little to hide the erect state of her nipples. They stuck out like thorns. The man asked her who she was, where she was going and why she wasn't wearing any panties. Red faced she answered truthfully, almost breaking down in tears when he made her describe what the boy had done to her.
"I know your Aunt and Uncle well," he said. "When they pick you up from the police station I expect they'll be very angry." Lisa looked at him in shock.
"Oh please Sir, please," she begged, "don't call the police!"
"Trespassing is a very serious offence I don't see what else I can do?" His smile made her cringe inside. She started to cry.
"Mmmmm...well maybe I could discipline you myself," he mused. "At least then your Uncle wouldn't need to know." Lisa looked up at him through her tears with hope in her eyes. She knew she'd been a bad girl. It was probably all her own fault so she had to be punished. She deserved it.
"Yes Sir you punish me but please don't call the police!"
"I don't know..." he said teasingly. He looked at the sobbing girl and couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. "Are you willing to take a proper spanking? If not..." His hand reached towards the telephone.
"Yes! Yes Sir! Pleeeease! I'll do whatever you say!"
"Take off your dress," he said sternly. Lisa gripped the hem and pressed it desperately against her thighs. The fresh panic in her very red face only made his grin spread wider. The last thing Lisa wanted to do was undress in front of him. Her embarrassment would be unbearable. She thought about pleading with him but knew it wouldn't do any good.
"Now I said!" Choking back tears and swallowing noisily she reluctantly grasped the edge of the dress and drew it slowly upwards. After a few wriggles it passed over her hips and seconds later she was holding it in her hands. Her face burned as she held the crumpled garment in front of her small bush of pubic curls. It was a futile attempt at keeping her private places hidden from his eyes. Encasing the full curves of her youthful breasts the plain white bra did little to disguise the engorged state of her nipples and through the thin material he could clearly see the dark pink circles of her aureoles. He chuckled quietly.
"Get that bra off." Whimpering she turned away from him and still keeping the dress pressed against her stomach managed to unclip the bra with one hand. The straps slid down from her shoulders and she slowly took each arm out in turn. As the bra tumbled to the floor she kept one arm pressed across her chest cupping one of her full globes in her hand.
Ben Bolker looked at the trembling young girl and smiled to himself. Within the confines of his underwear a stiffness was beginning to grow.
"Hands behind your back. Come on I haven't got all day!" Lisa looked at him with wild eyes. Panic was etched on her very hot face but she knew in her heart that there was no chance of escape. Sobbing piteously she let the dress fall. It dropped to the floor.
"Now stand up straight girl and let me have a proper look at you." Wishing that a hole would miraculously appear in the floor and swallow her up she did as she was told. Now the whole of her front was exposed to his interested stare. She was consumed with humiliation as his eyes slowly inspected her nakedness and all that was on show. Grinning triumphantly he reached out towards her. As his huge hands closed over her trembling breasts she began to sob more loudly. For several minutes he amused himself squeezing, lifting and moulding the wonderfully firm globes before gripping their sensitive tips between his thumbs and forefingers and pinching hard. Lisa let out a wail of dismay as he pulled firmly making her stumble even closer to him. His hands traced the smooth contours of her belly and then pushed in between her soft thighs. She had no choice but to spread her legs. Immediately she began to mewl in protest as his thick fingers investigated the very wet slit of her pussy. He wasn't particularly gentle which caused her to jerk and moan as her delved deeply between her delicate lips. She squealed and rose up onto her toes as the tip of a questing digit met the thin membrane that remained intact within her tight hole.
"Well that's a surprise," he said sarcastically, "I'd have thought a little slut like you would have had lots of cocks up her!" Lisa writhed on his fingers, her face ablaze with humiliation, and groaned as her pussy oozed fluid.
"But I'm glad you're still a virgin, you'll be able to show your Aunt and Uncle what a nice young lady you are." At that moment she began jerking her hips back and forth uncontrollably. Delicious sensations were flooding her belly. Unable to stop her pussy rhythmically gripping the teasing fingertips she threw her head back and squealed.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Ooooooooooohhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh God!" A tiny squirt of sticky fluid signalled the arrival of her orgasm as she came all over his hand.
"How dare you, you disgusting girl! What on earth do you think you're doing?"
Once pulled down across his lap very different sensations began to fill Lisa's world. Because of his work the man had big hard hands and from the very first spank Lisa began to shriek. After a few minutes her poor bum cheeks were literally on fire. Each impact was met by a burst of tears and a moment of frantic wriggling. From the outset she tried to cover her buttocks for protection but he simply pinioned her hands in the middle of her back, leaving both of the fleshy curves helplessly exposed. Worst still she could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach. She knew exactly what it was, she wasn't stupid, but she'd never touched a "cock" before so her fear was growing in equal measure to the awful burning in her bum. She cried out as another hard impact flattened one of her rear cheeks. The little cabin began to ring with her howls and the regular slap of a palm striking soft flesh. He talked as he spanked her. His voice mocking;
"What a fat little bottom you have, is it feeling hot?"
"Nice girls don't give their panties to boys and let them touch their privates, now do they?"
"Is that stinging a bit, well good, maybe it'll teach you a lesson."
"Why are you so wet between your legs? I think you might be enjoying this a bit too much."
"Do you usually give your panties to boys and let them touch you?" Lisa squealed and pleaded and begged for him to stop. She promised to be a good girl in future! She promised! She promised! She promised! After every few spanks he paused and parted the writhing red curves before peering closely into the space between her legs.
"Goodness me you naughty girl. You're leaking juices all over the place. And just look at your pussy lips! They're all thick and swollen, are you enjoying this?" Lisa wallowed in a sea of humiliation as she heard his words. She knew exactly where he was looking and it filled her with shame.
"I don't think your Aunt will be too impressed when I tell her about your clitoris sticking out when I punished you!" He chuckled as her pleading grew even more desperate.
"Have you been letting the boys at school touch this too?" he asked teasingly, as he pushed a fingertip against her clenching bum-hole. She went rigid on his lap at this intimate invasion, her sobbing growing louder as his fingers leisurely explored the length of her bottom crack.
When he stopped she thought it was over but her hopes were quickly dashed. He parted the burning cheeks of her bottom once more but this time pushed his fingers back inside her tight vulval hole. At once she started to moan and groan and grind her pubic mound against his knee, she couldn't help herself. And then she was ready to come! Sticky fluid was coating the inside of both of her trembling thighs and she could feel her wetness soaking into the trousers beneath her belly.
"Stand up!" Swaying slightly and sobbing quietly she did as she was ordered. The tingling between her thighs was maddening.
"You can show me how you touch yourself before you go." He chuckled happily. "And you'd better hurry up. Your Aunt and Uncle are going to be very cross that you're so late!" Lisa couldn't believe her ears. Surely he wasn't serious. Surely he didn't want her to play with herself in front of him! He'd already made her come once! It was too shameful! She begged him not to make her do it, but he just laughed. Standing naked with her nipples sticking out and everything on show was so so embarrassing; But it was her pussy that she was most aware of. Its' lips felt thick and heavy. And her clit was swollen and throbbing and standing up so much that it was actually poking forwards from beneath its' little fleshy hood. And everything felt really wet and sticky and coated in her spendings!
Knowing that he wouldn't let her go if she didn't do as she was told, and worrying about her Aunt and Uncle the young girl resignedly moved her hands down her stomach. Closing her eyes she began to make little circles over her clitoral knob, gasping and sobbing as the feelings of both humiliation and pleasure gradually increased. Soon she was sliding her fingers between her slippery lips and groaning unashamedly. And then she made herself come. It happened quickly because she was so turned on by the awful situation and so guilty because she was so turned on! Her head was spinning and she knew she was being really naughty and would have to be punished for being a little slut but it felt so good! In her head the confusion was making her think that she actually deserved to be punished! As the orgasm hit it was so intense that as she frantically finger fucked herself her eyes flew open. She found herself staring directly into the awful mans' amused gaze. Unable to look away as her pussy contracted again and again her cheeks flamed with fresh humiliation.
Several minutes later, and on wobbly legs, Lisa was again hurrying down the forest path heading towards her Uncle's farm. Try as she might she couldn't stop the worry that was spiralling inside her head. What would her Aunt say? She was in terrible trouble! When they realised she had no panties on she'd have to be punished! What was going to happen? And what about her suitcase? The horrid man had refused to give it back to her saying she'd have to return and collect it in the morning! She'd begged and begged him but he'd just laughed. He'd kept her bra too so now she was totally naked beneath the thin summer dress! Between her legs her pussy refused to stop leaking. She could feel it wetting the inside of her thighs and blushed hotly. Before she'd gone much further she knew she'd have to stop and do something about it. So, feeling terribly exposed, she squatted down and using the scrap of rag from her pocket carefully wiped the stickiness from her thighs and vaginal crease. As her fingers brushed across her clitoris a rush of guilty pleasure flooded her belly. But it was her poor bottom that demanded most of her attention. Even the light cotton moving against her rear cheeks was sending uncomfortable tinglings racing across the sensitised flesh. To alleviate the stinging she guiltily held the thin dress away from her rolling globes allowing the cooling air to gently soothe them. With her mind full of dread she rushed on. The terrible day had changed the shy schoolgirls' life forever. She'd never experienced such humiliating things before and she never wanted to again! Little did she know what lay in store…
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