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Back in the late 1980s, I took a job as a clerical officer with the DSS in central London. I was in my early 20s, and for the first time in my life found myself working in an environment where the majority of my colleagues were non-white. Indeed quite a few where from West Africa – mostly Nigerians and Ghanaians.
One Nigerian lady, Adenike, was particularly friendly. She was in her late 40s, and was in a lot of ways the stereotypical big black mama. She was tall, about 5 feet 10, with large matronly breasts and a big, wobbly bottom. Jet-black of skin, it is fair to say that she was probably a couple of stones overweight, but that did not stop her working at a fair old pace throughout the day. She always dressed smartly, with a pretty, open-mouthed smile breaking up what could otherwise have been a rather stern demeanour. From what I could gather she was divorced or separated, and her two c***dren had both left home.
Adenike, who was known as Nikki around the office, often asked questions about whether I had a girlfriend or where I went to meet girls, questions I always brushed aside. In time its fair to say we came to be on good terms, and on the odd occasion, as I masturbated at night, thoughts of Nikki’s big breasts or her bare black bottom entered my mind.
Politically and socially Nikki was Conservative in her views, and on a couple of occasions I overheard her talking about her belief in corporal punishment. Indeed one conversation was to stay in my mind during several late night masturbation sessions. The local newspaper had covered the case of a robbery at a newsagents just down the road. A woman shopkeeper had been hit with a glass bottle, and a nineteen-year-old girl convicted of wounding.
“If that had been my Femi,” Nikki told an audience in the office, “I would have lashed her batty so hard she would not have sat down for a week. “ Having seen a picture of Femi on Nikki’s desk, it was fair to say she was a far daintier flower than her formidable mother. The thought of Femi’s bare bottom, receiving lashes at full strength, via her mother’s considerable body weight, gave me an erection as large as it was uncomfortable.
The next time Nikki was holding court on corporal punishment, I was directly involved. During the course of a days work, a claimant had somehow managed to sneak through a door that should have been locked, and entered the staff cloakroom. Several coats, including mine, were stolen. I was perhaps worst hit, because I had managed to leave both my house keys and travel card in my coat. Worse, my flat mates had been away, and whilst they were due back that night, were not expected until nearly midnight.
There was a lot of anger in the office at the theft, especially as the person responsible would have been someone we were expected to serve and help. “Whoever did that to you Paul, needs a good hiding” Nikki told me, before giving me a consoling hug. The presence of her breasts was both comforting and pleasant, and I wondered what it would be like to burrow my head into her welcoming, bare black boobies.
Nikki released me, and I explained my problem to several colleagues. Virtually as soon as I had finished, Nikki had presented the solution. I could travel home with her after work, she would cook me a meal, and then we could watch a bit of telly. She would then drive me over to my flat in time for my housemates return. I agreed, and I have to say the thought rather stirred my loins. At the very least the trip would ensure I had a full belly and killed a few hours, rather than tramping the streets.
Nikki worked late, and it was gone 6pm when we left the office, and she walked towards a tiny Nissan Micra. I realised again just how big she was when I saw her in the drivers seat next to me. I was forced to keep my right leg clear of the gear stick, whilst her breasts appeared to be about to enter mortal combat with the steering wheel. As the car pulled out, in a jumpy fashion, another road user tutted as he let Nikki move on. Looking over my shoulder I felt relief that she had a bible on the back shelf, and a St Christopher hanging from the rear view mirror.
Thirty minutes later, and we were in a respectable two up two down in Leytonstone. Other than a few pictures of friends and religious artifacts the house appeared rather empty and lonely, and as I watched Nikki cooking in the kitchen, I was reminded again of the rather austere figure she cut when not laughing or joking. I began to think she was perhaps someone who was a little lonely for much of her time.
Dinner was consumed, and Eastenders finished. “Paul can you give me a hand with something” the call came from upstairs. Putting down my orange juice, I ran up the stairs. The toilet door on the left was open, so I realised I had a one in two chance of finding the right room first time. I did. I walked in to Nikki’s bedroom, and she was standing there – topless. Her pink bra lay behind her on the bed, whist dominating the room was the biggest pair of black tits I had ever seen in my life.
She moved rather than spoke. Her hands went up, underneath her sagging breasts. “Well you’ve been staring at them every day for four months, you might as well come and look at them”.
I did. Then I touched. Then I sucked. Before I knew it we were on the bed, fucking without a condom. As I pushed inside her hairy fanny in the missionary position, she brought up her right hand and smacked my left flank. At first this was rather high, landing on my lower back, but she soon found her aim, and began to spank me as I shafted her.
I came quickly, and she expressed a little shock at the amount of cum I deposited inside her. She seemed pleased, and motioned me to go down on what was a very, very hairy vagina. Whilst I licked and lapped, moving down towards her anus, Nikki began to aggressively finger her clit. It was soon obvious that this was how she got off, as she began to admonish me not to stop licking, occasionally lapsing into an African language I had heard spoken in the office at times, but did not understand.
Once she came, we spent the next half hour in a loving embrace, talking about one another, and our past relationships and sex lives. Nikki had been single for some time, save for a brief fling with one of the managers in the office. A white male who was slightly older than she, it was obvious Nikki had enjoyed the physical side of that relationship, although knowing the man she was talking about, he was not known for his bonhomie or good nature at work. “Ken liked me to whip him, but I think he got tired of me doing it so hard.” Nikki’s gave a throaty chortle. “If you ever saw him unhappy in the mornings last year, it was probably because he could not sit properly”.
At this point the butterflies were racing in my stomach. Most girls that I had been with I had either spanked, or asked them to spank or whip me. It had never gone particularly well, some girls openly saying no, some - worse – saying yes but giggling through what was supposed to be a session of corporal punishment. All those disappointments, the silly embarrassment of lying there naked whilst a 20 year old girl giggles away with your belt in her hand, then strikes you so softly you wonder why she bothered. Here at last, was an opportunity.
“Well you can whip me anytime you want”. I said it loud and clear.
Nikki suddenly became serious again, the stern austere face I had seen in the office on a few occasions. The thought of ‘lashes’ going through my mind, pleasure and fear was now co-mingling.
She looked me straight in the eye.
“I use a leather strap. And I use it hard. When I was a girl in Nigeria, that was what you got. The strap. Until you were screaming and your bottom was raw. The only way to make the pain go after was for me to rub myself, and over the years every time I got that strap I knew that half an hour later I would be on my own, rubbing and rubbing myself between my legs.
When I came to England I heard that English men liked that sort of thing, that the whipping made them glow and they would have sex after being whipped. “
Without saying anything more, Nikki got up. She opened a draw, and took out a thick leather strap. I imagined that weighty implement being put across the bare arses of some of my colleagues, or even poor Femi.
“Stand up.”
I got up, and took a step towards her. There was a slightly comic moment, as to go any further would have met my cock bumping into her hairy centre. I looked up to see Nikki was deadly serious.
“I am going to give you corporal punishment. The punishment you are going to get is a thrashing on your bare buttocks with a leather strap. You will receive six of the best. At the end of that, when I tell you to do so, you will rise from the bed, thank me, and lick my anus. You will then lick my vagina until I come. Is that clear?
“Yes Nikki”.
I did not know whether to call Nikki Mistress or not, but she was soon pointing to the bed. I lay flat on it, and she put a pillow under my hips to raise my bottom. Looking at her over my shoulder I realised again just how big she was. I thought of Femi lying there, half my size, and her bare arse no match for this big black mama and a wicked strip of leather.
Nikki took a step back, raising the strap above her head. I breathed in, then out. I thought again of Femi’s bare black bottom, all shapely young and quivering. My cock was fit to burst. Suddenly Nikki seemed to be almost over me, and I realised what was coming. I heard it, then felt. I was relieved to see the strap had been and gone, but then I felt its bite. I yelled out – that fucking hurt.
She walked up level to my face, allowing the strap to drop down.
“That’s what happens to naughty boys in this house. They got corporal punishment, on their bare, white bottoms. And they get it until their bottoms are black….. and blue. ”
As soon as she finished her sentence, I received the second stroke. This one seemed rather high, and I felt as if I had been burned in that sensitive area at the top of the bottom and the lower part of my back.
“Four to go young man.”
The third was dead centre, and I realised from the exaggerated follow thorough she had put everything into it. This was agony.
What happened next was a surprise. Again the strap was round by my face, but this time it was dropped onto the head of the bed. Nikki moved down, and was looking at my bottom. I realised her hands were either side of my arse cheeks when she opened them, and inspected my anus.
“Just making sure I did not hit you there” she said.
As she picked up the strap I actually felt a sense of relief – I had been dribbling come on her duvet from the end of my cock, and thought for a moment she was going to pick up on that. The last thing I wanted to do now was make her angry.
The fourth lash was low, marking a hot line on that ridge between buttock and thigh. I bit the duvet and realised tears were leaving my eyes.
“Two more strokes to go. Then you are going to lick my bum hole. Is that clear?”
“Yes of course”
The fifth stroke was just above the fourth, and I emitted a cry that I realised was rather more high pitched than was good for my dignity.
“This is what a good African arse whipping feels like. Its what I got off my mother, and my grandmother and my auntie. It was I was brought up on, and its what I bring people up on. Now lie still - and take your whipping”.
There was something about the words “take your whipping” that reminded me of a catch phrase, something that she had not only said before, but often. I had taken a whipping. I wanted it to end now.
And it did. The sixth stroke was dead centre on my poor bottom and I pushed myself down and wriggled to avoid the ignominy of jumping off the bed.
“Lie still” – angry words filled the room, but I knew to be obedient.
“Stand up”.
“Thank you for punishing me Nikki”.
Nikki then lay on the bed where I had been. She did not say anything for at least a minute. I could feel my backside burning, and saw she had the strap next to her. Was she going to say something about the wet patch?
“Lick my bum hole” she commanded.
Her big, ebony arse was waiting for me. I parted her bum cheeks in exactly the same way she had done to me, and quickly placed a big, sloppy wet kiss on her arsehole. I thanked her again, as much out of relief as for what had transpired between us. A small piece of pink toilet paper was to be seen to the right of her bum hole, at roughly ten past two. I slowly licked round the length of it, and she groaned appreciatively.
“Good boy”
Her bum hole cleaned, Nikki turned over, and I prepared to lick her pussy.
I was not going to go home tonight.
One Nigerian lady, Adenike, was particularly friendly. She was in her late 40s, and was in a lot of ways the stereotypical big black mama. She was tall, about 5 feet 10, with large matronly breasts and a big, wobbly bottom. Jet-black of skin, it is fair to say that she was probably a couple of stones overweight, but that did not stop her working at a fair old pace throughout the day. She always dressed smartly, with a pretty, open-mouthed smile breaking up what could otherwise have been a rather stern demeanour. From what I could gather she was divorced or separated, and her two c***dren had both left home.
Adenike, who was known as Nikki around the office, often asked questions about whether I had a girlfriend or where I went to meet girls, questions I always brushed aside. In time its fair to say we came to be on good terms, and on the odd occasion, as I masturbated at night, thoughts of Nikki’s big breasts or her bare black bottom entered my mind.
Politically and socially Nikki was Conservative in her views, and on a couple of occasions I overheard her talking about her belief in corporal punishment. Indeed one conversation was to stay in my mind during several late night masturbation sessions. The local newspaper had covered the case of a robbery at a newsagents just down the road. A woman shopkeeper had been hit with a glass bottle, and a nineteen-year-old girl convicted of wounding.
“If that had been my Femi,” Nikki told an audience in the office, “I would have lashed her batty so hard she would not have sat down for a week. “ Having seen a picture of Femi on Nikki’s desk, it was fair to say she was a far daintier flower than her formidable mother. The thought of Femi’s bare bottom, receiving lashes at full strength, via her mother’s considerable body weight, gave me an erection as large as it was uncomfortable.
The next time Nikki was holding court on corporal punishment, I was directly involved. During the course of a days work, a claimant had somehow managed to sneak through a door that should have been locked, and entered the staff cloakroom. Several coats, including mine, were stolen. I was perhaps worst hit, because I had managed to leave both my house keys and travel card in my coat. Worse, my flat mates had been away, and whilst they were due back that night, were not expected until nearly midnight.
There was a lot of anger in the office at the theft, especially as the person responsible would have been someone we were expected to serve and help. “Whoever did that to you Paul, needs a good hiding” Nikki told me, before giving me a consoling hug. The presence of her breasts was both comforting and pleasant, and I wondered what it would be like to burrow my head into her welcoming, bare black boobies.
Nikki released me, and I explained my problem to several colleagues. Virtually as soon as I had finished, Nikki had presented the solution. I could travel home with her after work, she would cook me a meal, and then we could watch a bit of telly. She would then drive me over to my flat in time for my housemates return. I agreed, and I have to say the thought rather stirred my loins. At the very least the trip would ensure I had a full belly and killed a few hours, rather than tramping the streets.
Nikki worked late, and it was gone 6pm when we left the office, and she walked towards a tiny Nissan Micra. I realised again just how big she was when I saw her in the drivers seat next to me. I was forced to keep my right leg clear of the gear stick, whilst her breasts appeared to be about to enter mortal combat with the steering wheel. As the car pulled out, in a jumpy fashion, another road user tutted as he let Nikki move on. Looking over my shoulder I felt relief that she had a bible on the back shelf, and a St Christopher hanging from the rear view mirror.
Thirty minutes later, and we were in a respectable two up two down in Leytonstone. Other than a few pictures of friends and religious artifacts the house appeared rather empty and lonely, and as I watched Nikki cooking in the kitchen, I was reminded again of the rather austere figure she cut when not laughing or joking. I began to think she was perhaps someone who was a little lonely for much of her time.
Dinner was consumed, and Eastenders finished. “Paul can you give me a hand with something” the call came from upstairs. Putting down my orange juice, I ran up the stairs. The toilet door on the left was open, so I realised I had a one in two chance of finding the right room first time. I did. I walked in to Nikki’s bedroom, and she was standing there – topless. Her pink bra lay behind her on the bed, whist dominating the room was the biggest pair of black tits I had ever seen in my life.
She moved rather than spoke. Her hands went up, underneath her sagging breasts. “Well you’ve been staring at them every day for four months, you might as well come and look at them”.
I did. Then I touched. Then I sucked. Before I knew it we were on the bed, fucking without a condom. As I pushed inside her hairy fanny in the missionary position, she brought up her right hand and smacked my left flank. At first this was rather high, landing on my lower back, but she soon found her aim, and began to spank me as I shafted her.
I came quickly, and she expressed a little shock at the amount of cum I deposited inside her. She seemed pleased, and motioned me to go down on what was a very, very hairy vagina. Whilst I licked and lapped, moving down towards her anus, Nikki began to aggressively finger her clit. It was soon obvious that this was how she got off, as she began to admonish me not to stop licking, occasionally lapsing into an African language I had heard spoken in the office at times, but did not understand.
Once she came, we spent the next half hour in a loving embrace, talking about one another, and our past relationships and sex lives. Nikki had been single for some time, save for a brief fling with one of the managers in the office. A white male who was slightly older than she, it was obvious Nikki had enjoyed the physical side of that relationship, although knowing the man she was talking about, he was not known for his bonhomie or good nature at work. “Ken liked me to whip him, but I think he got tired of me doing it so hard.” Nikki’s gave a throaty chortle. “If you ever saw him unhappy in the mornings last year, it was probably because he could not sit properly”.
At this point the butterflies were racing in my stomach. Most girls that I had been with I had either spanked, or asked them to spank or whip me. It had never gone particularly well, some girls openly saying no, some - worse – saying yes but giggling through what was supposed to be a session of corporal punishment. All those disappointments, the silly embarrassment of lying there naked whilst a 20 year old girl giggles away with your belt in her hand, then strikes you so softly you wonder why she bothered. Here at last, was an opportunity.
“Well you can whip me anytime you want”. I said it loud and clear.
Nikki suddenly became serious again, the stern austere face I had seen in the office on a few occasions. The thought of ‘lashes’ going through my mind, pleasure and fear was now co-mingling.
She looked me straight in the eye.
“I use a leather strap. And I use it hard. When I was a girl in Nigeria, that was what you got. The strap. Until you were screaming and your bottom was raw. The only way to make the pain go after was for me to rub myself, and over the years every time I got that strap I knew that half an hour later I would be on my own, rubbing and rubbing myself between my legs.
When I came to England I heard that English men liked that sort of thing, that the whipping made them glow and they would have sex after being whipped. “
Without saying anything more, Nikki got up. She opened a draw, and took out a thick leather strap. I imagined that weighty implement being put across the bare arses of some of my colleagues, or even poor Femi.
“Stand up.”
I got up, and took a step towards her. There was a slightly comic moment, as to go any further would have met my cock bumping into her hairy centre. I looked up to see Nikki was deadly serious.
“I am going to give you corporal punishment. The punishment you are going to get is a thrashing on your bare buttocks with a leather strap. You will receive six of the best. At the end of that, when I tell you to do so, you will rise from the bed, thank me, and lick my anus. You will then lick my vagina until I come. Is that clear?
“Yes Nikki”.
I did not know whether to call Nikki Mistress or not, but she was soon pointing to the bed. I lay flat on it, and she put a pillow under my hips to raise my bottom. Looking at her over my shoulder I realised again just how big she was. I thought of Femi lying there, half my size, and her bare arse no match for this big black mama and a wicked strip of leather.
Nikki took a step back, raising the strap above her head. I breathed in, then out. I thought again of Femi’s bare black bottom, all shapely young and quivering. My cock was fit to burst. Suddenly Nikki seemed to be almost over me, and I realised what was coming. I heard it, then felt. I was relieved to see the strap had been and gone, but then I felt its bite. I yelled out – that fucking hurt.
She walked up level to my face, allowing the strap to drop down.
“That’s what happens to naughty boys in this house. They got corporal punishment, on their bare, white bottoms. And they get it until their bottoms are black….. and blue. ”
As soon as she finished her sentence, I received the second stroke. This one seemed rather high, and I felt as if I had been burned in that sensitive area at the top of the bottom and the lower part of my back.
“Four to go young man.”
The third was dead centre, and I realised from the exaggerated follow thorough she had put everything into it. This was agony.
What happened next was a surprise. Again the strap was round by my face, but this time it was dropped onto the head of the bed. Nikki moved down, and was looking at my bottom. I realised her hands were either side of my arse cheeks when she opened them, and inspected my anus.
“Just making sure I did not hit you there” she said.
As she picked up the strap I actually felt a sense of relief – I had been dribbling come on her duvet from the end of my cock, and thought for a moment she was going to pick up on that. The last thing I wanted to do now was make her angry.
The fourth lash was low, marking a hot line on that ridge between buttock and thigh. I bit the duvet and realised tears were leaving my eyes.
“Two more strokes to go. Then you are going to lick my bum hole. Is that clear?”
“Yes of course”
The fifth stroke was just above the fourth, and I emitted a cry that I realised was rather more high pitched than was good for my dignity.
“This is what a good African arse whipping feels like. Its what I got off my mother, and my grandmother and my auntie. It was I was brought up on, and its what I bring people up on. Now lie still - and take your whipping”.
There was something about the words “take your whipping” that reminded me of a catch phrase, something that she had not only said before, but often. I had taken a whipping. I wanted it to end now.
And it did. The sixth stroke was dead centre on my poor bottom and I pushed myself down and wriggled to avoid the ignominy of jumping off the bed.
“Lie still” – angry words filled the room, but I knew to be obedient.
“Stand up”.
“Thank you for punishing me Nikki”.
Nikki then lay on the bed where I had been. She did not say anything for at least a minute. I could feel my backside burning, and saw she had the strap next to her. Was she going to say something about the wet patch?
“Lick my bum hole” she commanded.
Her big, ebony arse was waiting for me. I parted her bum cheeks in exactly the same way she had done to me, and quickly placed a big, sloppy wet kiss on her arsehole. I thanked her again, as much out of relief as for what had transpired between us. A small piece of pink toilet paper was to be seen to the right of her bum hole, at roughly ten past two. I slowly licked round the length of it, and she groaned appreciatively.
“Good boy”
Her bum hole cleaned, Nikki turned over, and I prepared to lick her pussy.
I was not going to go home tonight.
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