I too got more than I asked for
This summer, my mother called me 2 days before I went on holidays. I had planned
to stay at my parent's house, while they left for holidays to Greece.
She informed me, that the roof got damaged in a storm and there would be workers
around, and she wanted me to look after them, so that they would work properly.
" Be strict with them, Lisa, and show them that you are in charge. "
Oh yeah, that will be a fine holiday I thought to myself, knowing that I had
problems in being strict and telling others what they have to do.
When I arrived, my parents were already gone, but I felt relieved, knowing that
my parents would tell me for the xxx time, that at the age of 28 I should be
able to "stand my woman". And like always they would ignore me telling them I
was a successful business worker. But they left me a note, describing, what had
to be repaired.
The workmen would arrive next afternoon and so I had time to relax a little. I
opened a bottle of wine to celebrate the evening of my first free day, as many
were to come. Later I watched a good movie, and by the end of it the second
bottle was nearly empty. I stripped, because that felt more comfortable and soon
I fell asleep.
Next morning I felt quite disoriented, and when I was under the shower, I heard
someone ring at the door. Without a lot of thinking I went to open and I
realized it, that I stood wet dripping in front of the workmen, only wrapped in
a towel.
There were four of them, two somewhere in their 40ies and two teenagers, barely
16. And they all had wide grins on their faces. As I wanted to excuse me for a
moment, the first one entered explaining: "We're already here cos our boobs, ahh
boss is leaving (the others giggled at this joke and I blushed deep red) and
before that we must call him to tell what we have to do here and how much time
it will take. So could you show us, cause we're in a hurry?"
So I had to let them in and walk ahead feeling their stares on my barely clad
body. After I led them around for what seemed an eternity (with them looking
more at me than at the house) Chad, one of the older ones informed me that the
two youngsters were the boss` sons. At the age of 13 and 14, their father wanted
them to see a bit of an adult life, and they are here for work. I blushed even
more now, knowing how young those smiling brats were and left for some clothes,
as they called their boss.
"A very good start" I thought when I was downstairs. So much for respect.
A bit later I went shopping and crossed the 2 boys in the hallway. They
whispered and giggled to which I felt shame building up inside of me. In the car
I could not focus on anything else, and it somehow aroused me. Although none of
them attracted me, the older ones were a bit fat and they didn't seem very
sober, and the boys seemed the same, only younger, much younger! The thought of
being seen by them not wearing more than a towel and being humiliated by them
built a strange feeling inside me.
At home I made a plan to be strict, really strict and to use my female weapons
to be in charge. I would show them a little (accidentally) and make them feel,
they cannot reach, and so they would feel inferior to me.
When I went upstairs with beer and coke I wore gym shoes, a short skirt and a
tight t-shirt with no bra, what as clearly visible. They immediately stopped
working and gathered around me. Steve, the second of the older ones lit a
cigarette. This was my moment: "Hey, don't smoke in here, mister. And never do
this again. And I am here to make clear, that you work properly, for as long as
you are here, I am the boss, understood?"
Then there was a moment of silence, which made me nervous, because Steve looked
me up and down and then really stern in the eyes. "So our little show- what- I-
have- girl is trying to put us down a peg or two. I think we can do that better"
he said very soft, making me gulp. He than told, to one of the boys to show me,
what he had found in the hallway. The boy put my bra and panties out of his
pocket. They were the ones, I stripped yesterday, when I was drunk. I must have
forgotten about them lying around and now that little nerd let them run through
his fingers. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing and I could not say a word. But
again I felt getting aroused, as he treated me like a little girl, "so if you
don't do as I say I let Carl here spank your bare bottom." In disbelief I looked
at the 13-year-old grinning boy. "And, looking at your nipples you seem to enjoy
this. How would your parents find this if we told this to many other people in
town, that you like showing of to minors?" " You cannot..." "We will, if you
don't behave." They had me under their control. Beaten with my own weapons, and
they knew I became horny, when they humiliated me.
" So for as long as we are here you will be our helper girl and everyone here is
authorized to give you orders, you will obey them, won't you?
I managed to whisper: " Yesss."
"And by the way you have to address us as Sirs."
"Yes Sir."
"Now get rid of that skirt, for you are going to work now, what's your first
name?"
" Lisa, Sir. " I said, as I wanted to leave and change into jeans. " Did I tell
you to change into something else Silly Lilly?" " I hesitated. " Do you need
help?" Sam the 14 year old asked. Blushing, and not wanting that brat to help
me, I slowly put my skirt down. I was really ashamed now, but my nipples
betrayed me and as they openly laughed, because of my childish panties, with a
Mickey mouse on it, and taunted me, that I now looked like an 8 year old, except
for my tits, I became wet. Why was I reacting that way I thought and why do I
let them treat me like that. I felt a mixture of pure shame and arousal.
Then they started to talk about my body, discussing my legs and tits and ass,
and the 2 young brats became more and more self-conscious towards me.
"We need to see if she is in a good shape," Sam suggested. "Yeah, give me 20
press-ups Lisa." was Carl's instruction for me. It was surreal, I had to follow
these young bastards instructions, only for their fun, and I was reacting with
arousal to it. But I did not want to give in, and so I told them, I would not go
along with any of their pervert games, and they should fuck off. " Well, then
soon your parents and their whole neighborhood will know, who is the real
pervert, you stuck up rich bitch." Chad told me. Thinking about my poor parents
I obeyed now. And Carl that bastard said to me that I was a good girl now.
They joked about my fat ass and as I was ready I stood up and told them in anger
that my ass is not fat. " I don't believe her," said Carl to Sam " Turn around,
panties to your knees and prove it" he almost yelled at me. "Please don't make
me do that, Sir." I begged that little boy, looking to the 2 older ones for a
second, who just smiled, watching an adult woman being the plaything for those
boys.
They had no mercy and a minute later I stood there with my panties on knee
level, showing them my bum. "Hard to say" Sam mocked. I heard them whisper and
then Sam announced, "There is only one way to prove. They walked up behind me
and started to feel the object of their interest. I shrieked and protested, but
my words fell on deaf ears. They made my cheeks wobble and kneaded them, and
then told me to shake my bum myself, as the last proof. For the next 3 minutes
made a silly looking "dance", panties down to which they laughed and finally
told me I was right, my ass is not fat. At that time a tear came down my cheek,
but I was glad that no one said a word as I put my panties up again.
Next I was told to run on the spot and they were delighted to see my breasts
jump in all directions, reminding me of my lack of a bra.
After 15 minutes I was sweating. Chad said: So if you are already sweating,
before we start to work, you are still overdressed. Take of your t-shirt and
hand it to Carl together with your skirt. "But I don't wear a bra. You will see
my breasts." " Now that is not my fault", Chad replied. Now go on with it. With
a last "Pleease!" I took of my t-shirt and handed it together with my skirt, to
the young boy, whose eyes were wide open now. I tried to cover my bare breasts
as best as I could. In the last hour I was humiliated in ways I couldn't even
imagine before, and now a 13-year-old boy was in charge over my clothes. They
had really control now over me and now all I had on was my childish panties and
my gym shoes.
And now I saw, what I had not realized before: Chad had a camera in his hands.
Recognizing my fearful look, he explained: "Just to keep you motivated. Normally
we use this camera to take pictures of what we have to repair, so no one can sue
us. By the way, some of the pictures show you and the boys, and it seems you
enjoy entertaining them. I think you don't want these pictures to be shown
around."
Right at that moment, I heard the front door open. My parents! I felt relief and
saw the 2 boys getting panicked, Chad took the clothes, but before he handed
them to me, he said: "Remember the photos!"
When my parents entered, I was fully dressed again. Inside I thanked them for
not believing, that I could handle the workmen. (Oh, if they knew, how right
they were!)
My mother told us, that they had decided, not to leave, because the travel
agency at the airport informed them, that they could have their money back.
And, is everything all right here? "Did she make the points clear, you have to
work hard, or you will get into trouble!" Steve answered: " Oh yes she did, in
fact, she really made us sweat."
I went downstairs with my parents and then left as soon as I could, not wanting
those assholes to have a chance and "play" with me again. My parents were a bit
confused, but did not say a word. Actually I lived in the same town and I would
not be far away.
At home the whole day went through my mind again, and I was glad that this was
over. But that night, when I was in bed, my memories became rather arousing,
especially when I thought about the 2 boys. And I began to masturbate and
imagined, what they would have done to me, if they had more time.
The following weekend my mother invited me to a little party. I had no other
plans, so I said I would come. When I arrived, my mother was angry, because the
other guests had already arrived. She led me into the garden and there were my
dad and a couple in their 40ies.
As I sat down, they introduced themselves as the Peters. My father said that he
was the boss of the workmen, who were here last week, and as Mr. Peters came
around to talk to him, they liked each other right from the start. They even
shared the same hobby: fishing
So after work was done, he invited the Peters for a barbecue.
Mrs. Peters then continued: "And our boys, Carl and Sam, said how much fun they
had with you, when you were here." At that I felt a rush of embarrassment. "So
we asked your parents to invite you, too." I think they are inside, and I am
sure they are happy to see you again.
A few minutes later, they talked about gardening, and I was thinking about how I
could avoid seeing those 2 little nerds, when my mother suddenly whispered to
me: "Please go inside, and play a little with those nice kids. They were so
polite last week and they worked really hard. In fact they saved us a lot of
money. I think they really like you, and it would not be polite, if you ignored
them.
With trembling feet, I made my way inside to look for them. I really did not
want, but my mother gave me no choice, not knowing what really had happened last
week, but that was the last thing I wanted her to know.
I heard them upstairs, followed their voices I found them in my old room.
"How dare you!" I spit at them. First they seemed scared but then Sam said, "Ah,
it's only Lisa. Hey, do you want to see some photos? And they handed me some
copies of the photos, that showed me behaving myself, as they called it. And
really on some of these pictures I seemed to have fun, and clearly visible on
those each of them one or both of those teenagers.
"We took those from Chad and his mate, the two who were working here with us,
and they gave them to us willingly, because they did not want to loose their
jobs. They knew, that we have so much influence on our parents. We wanted them,
because they told us that if anyone saw them, you would go to jail. And we do
not want that to happen. After a short time of silence, I was speechless, Carl
continued. "And what about you, Lisa Do you want that to happen? Or will you be
a good girl for us, Lisa?"
"Oh no, please not to jail, please don't do that to me. Don't be so mean to me."
"So will you be a good little girl from now on?"
"Yes I will." I whispered. "Say it properly" this was Sam. "I will be a really
good girl," I added to my shame and the 2 burst out into laughter. Then I had to
go downstairs and tell their and my parents that we were playing upstairs and
they should shout if they needed something.
On my way back upstairs I thought, that now they had plenty of time to play
with me and whatever they wanted. I was not much older to them now, I was not
the adult, I was their little girl and plaything. When I was back up, they
handed me one of my old summer dresses, from when I was about 15 told me to take
it on and put my hair in a ponytail. I went into the bathroom, and when I was
finished and saw myself in the mirror, my reflection was to ridiculous. When I
returned, they giggled and Carl managed to say: "My god, you look so stupid!"
and they laughed at me, as I stood with a red face in front of them not knowing
what to do. Than they told me I was to be barefoot, and this made me feel rather
nude. Their commands, which did not allow me to say no and their way to degrade
me made me secretly crave for more and I was becoming wet, although I absolutely
did not want to.
"Last week you ran away without saying goodbye, is that how a good girl
behaves?" "No", I said, "I am sorry", because I thought it would be wise to play
the game. It felt really strange, when they called me a little girl, and
humiliating. "To late, silly girl, we have decided, that you need a good
spanking:" said a grinning Carl "now take of your panties and hand me them."
"Please, I will..." "Yes you will, first we thought each of us would spank you
for 5 minutes, now it's 10 minutes. Knowing that any more complaining would only
make it worse, I slowly took of my panties and gave it to Sam, who looked at it,
as if it was a treasure. They felt it and even sniffed at it, which made me
blush again, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. "That's how girls
smell." said Carl. "I'll keep it." he informed me. "Now turn around and lift
your cute little dress. It seemed to me as if I had to lift 1000pounds but
finally it was high above my waist and I felt their stares on my exposed
backside. They let me wait like that for what seemed an eternity, until Carl
supposed I should ask for my spanking. How could he be so cruel?
"Please, will you spank my bum." I finally had to say and they threw a coin to
see who had his turn first, while I had to wait, holding my foolish dress high
in the air, to which they laughed before they finally threw it.
A triumphant "Yeah!" from Carl informed me, he was the lucky winner, and I was
his 28-year-old semi-nude price. He came up to me and first he began to pat my
bum with tenderness. I moaned with surprise, and because I had to let this
happen which made them laugh, and one second later I felt the first smack
followed by a loud sound. For the next 5 minutes, he reigned smacks on my bum
cheeks and it really hurt, when he stopped. But the humiliating sounds of the
smacks were even worse, who reminded, me, by whom I let myself treat like that.
And they found it really amusing. "Look how red I've made her bum2 Carl said
proudly. "She's all yours now, Sam. "Please", I begged, no more, "It really
hurts." "You need a break?" Sam asked. I nodded quickly. "O.k. If you take of
your robe and stand in the corner with your hands on your head. If you hesitate,
I won't give you the break.
Only thinking for a second, by bum was on fire, I quickly put the dress over my
head and hasted into the corner, where I put my hands on my head. When I was
finished, I realized, this was the most humiliating situation, worse than
everything before, and now, all that covered me was my bra.
The boys found my efforts to be quick very amusing, and they asked me if I felt
like a little girl now, and they were not satisfied, until I said: "Yes, I feel
like a girl, and I will do whatever you say." I felt so humiliated now but it
was turning me on, and somehow I knew I wanted this, having them treat me like
that.
Sam now offered me, that he would not spank me (today), if I turned around. I
thought about it, and realized, that I wanted to, I wanted them to command me
and do all the tricks they told me, I wanted to be the joke for those little
nerds. I wanted to be cheap for them, but I did not want them to know. Was I
thinking this, because I was so aroused? And on the other hand I did not want it
at all
I slowly, turned around, after Sam reminded me, it would soon be spanking time,
my hands covering my private parts. "I won't let you get out of it by showing us
your hands. Take of your bra with them." His voice was so stern now. He really
mastered me now and I did what he demanded and then handed them my bra, while
they started to chew on some chewing gums. I was totally naked now, standing in
front of them and they had made themselves comfortable on my old bed. I had to
turn around until I faced them again. "Spread your legs!" I was told. "But..."
"But leads to spanking" was Sam's harsh response and they were only satisfied,
when my feet were obscenely spread. They were now really aroused, realizing now,
that they could do everything with me, which was every boys fantasy, having a
woman to torment.
Now I heard in shock, that they wanted me to open myself so they could see
inside me. I did as they wanted and they kneeled in front of me to get a closer
look. I was close to coming, while they took their time to stare at every inch
of my wide opened privates. I even felt their breath down there. "Now that's a
view" an overwhelmed Carl whispered I had to watch them watching me, and felt
most uncomfortable, seeing their victory expressing faces. "It's really nice
down here, Lisa. And you enjoy it, I see." Oh my god, I thought, was it so
obvious to those brats. "You don't mind if we explore a bit ourselves." Sam not
asked, but taunted. I looked down, and watched in horror, as one of Carl's and
one of Sam's, the young teenagers hands came closer and closer to my pussy, and
I almost came at the spot, as shaking fingers began touching me. Just at that
moment, we heard footsteps on the stairs, and I had to take on the stupid dress,
before my mother entered. She told we should come down for a chat, and seeing me
in that dress, I quickly mumbled something about an accident and we followed her
downstairs. Just before I was outside, Sam grabbed my hand, turned me around,
and before I could react, they had forced their chewing gums into my mouth. As I
winced silently, they told me I should keep them in my mouth for the rest of the
evening.
When we walked down the stairs, Sam lifted my dress for the last time, I was
still nude underneath, and gave my bum one last smack. My mother turned around,
just after the dress was down again, and I said: "Mosquito."
Outside I had to be careful , because the dress was quite short. And it was
humiliating to reexplain my changing into that childish dress. The boys
pretended to play something with aliens and quickly disappeared under the table.
Involved in a discussion about politics I suddenly felt hands on my legs
wandering up into the direction of my sex.
First I tried to kick them of but as started continued to pinch me, and it
became difficult to keep my voice low I let them have their way, because they
would surely make me pay if I said something.
Soon they were there, where they had stopped upstairs. And they felt me up in
very accurate way, then pinched me tickled me and I had to keep me legs spread
for them. Through the table-cloth I saw a light and realized, that they had a
flashlight with them, when they spread my pussy lips again. And I had to endure
this, getting hot again, talking to their parents, with the boys chewing gums in
my mouth. Then, I shrieked, when I recognized, that they inserted something cold
inside of me, and it was moving. I didn't dare moving and explained, that I had
thought I had seen a thief, but it had been only a shadow. My Mum asked me to
get some drinks. I quickly pulled down the dress and followed her. Inside I
excused myself and went to the toilet. Their latest torment was a snail that
they had put inside me. There was a knock on the door. I answered. It was Sam.
He told me to keep it inside and they would check it later.
I and no choice and so I put it back shivering at the touch. When I came back to
the kitchen, Mum said, we have moved now to the living room, as the Peters would
leave soon.
Finally, I thought. And here they could not do tricks with me. Before I entered
the living room, I disappeared into the toilet one more time and put out the
snail, because it had really driven me crazy with its movements inside me.
But in the living room Carl asked me to come outside with them, but it was not
really a question. In the backyard, unseen from the house, they checked if my
little friend was still there. He was not and therefore I had to be punished. I
pleaded them not to be so mean, as I head been a really good girl for them. When
they told me to strip right now I was down to tears. Although it was already
dark, I told them someone could see me. But half a minute later I was nude and
down on all fours. "Today I saw a kennel behind that summer-house. Let's get
over there." said Sam. When we arrived, me on all fours, he spit at me: In you
go, and there you will think about doing as we say!" And then he reigned smacks
on my bun until he couldn't reach it any more, because I was inside the kennel.
"Stick your bum out, Lisa. Ha! Ha! This looks really stupid, that naked ass, and
then something familiar was put inside me. "Keep it this time?" I was asked back
inside "Say it properly" "Yes, Sir. It is inside Sir." They laughed. " You are
a sensation, Lisa! We will fetch you then for a goodbye". I heard Carl say:
"This is so cool! A grown up woman. And a dog! They left for the house,
laughing. It seemed an eternity, until they came back. I heard the conversation
inside, but I was to stay out here in the kennel, because those 2 teenagers
wanted me to, naked.
First they looked for the snail (which had made me orgasm 2 times but I had not
dared taking it out) then patted me on the head, before they let me get up. "Had
a nice time?" Carl mocked.
"Ask us for the dress." Sam insisted. "Please, may I have my dress back?" I
asked careful to sound as submissive as possible. They giggled, when they gave
it back to me.
Back in the house, the Peters were just about to leave, and Mrs. Peters asked me
at the door: "Before I forget, next week, me and my husband are away for
Wednesday night. Could you perhaps be their babysitter? They said you offered
it, but when they did, you were gone, some ten minutes ago, so I could not ask
you myself. So is it o.k. for you?" Some ten minutes ago I was still naked in
the backyard, in a kennel, because of those brats, lady, of course not, I
thought. Looking at Sam and Carl, I said: "Of course. That would be fine with
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