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It had been a strange nights sleep punctured with dreams, always sexual, sometimes arousing and often disturbing nightmares. She awoke to the alarm, set slightly early, she wanted to be showered and dressed ready before her son so that she could concentrate on getting them to work on time. The uniform box always seemed to prove to be a delaying factor in her morning ritual though and today was no different. She stood there naked, her neck and breasts marked by the love bites which appeared even more noticeable and had darkened in colour giving her a sluttish appearance. She shuddered at the sight of herself in the mirror before turning to look through the array of more and more revealing clothing. She had already worn the limitedly less obvious things in the past week and she quivered in nervous embarrassment at what choice was left. One by one she laid things out on the bed, but her choice had diminished, the pile of rejected outfits leaving her with few alternatives. It should have been relatively simple, skirt and blouse and her underwear, petticoat, bra panties and tights, but petticoats were not part of her uniform and neither were tights. Suspenders and stockings were the order of the day in the uniform of his choice for her. The few blouses left to her were all of a translucent material, differing only in colour and style, either low cut or short in length. She finally chose a buttoned red blouse she hadn't previously considered because it had appeared more see through than the others. Looking at it she thought that at least it didn't seem to have a low cut cleavage and it did seem long enough not to reveal her navel either. To match it she looked at the black whisp of a skirt from the day before or a tiny red one which was at least opaque. She thought she'd try them and with any luck the skirt wouldn't seem so short on. The only red bra she had left was a silly half cup which made her blush just looking at it and previously she would never have considered it. The suspender belt matched it prettily, the suspenders long and dangling, but the only panties left to match the risqu? ensemble were either a clearly see through thong or a miniscule silky G string. She hated them both, she found that sort of thing uncomfortable but she chose the thong as the better of the two evils and began to hurriedly dress before she changed her mind. It was only when she pulled up the skirt that the realisation of its length became apparent, her stocking tops were beneath the level of the hem! She looked at herself in the mirror stunned at the obvious slut that was staring back at her. My god I can't wear this skirt, she thought and reached for the button to unfasten it then suddenly she jumped stopping herself. The bedroom door was wide open and Peter was standing there only in the T shirt he wore to bed, his young maleness was clearly visible. "I'm awake mummy." His voice was bright and excitable. "Oh my gosh you look lovely this morning mummy, you look so pretty today." She glanced at him through the mirror, blushing deeply, her eyes straying down, not wanting to, but inevitably drawn by his bare cock. She had never made an issue of him being naked in her company before, after all she was his mother, she had seen everything he had since he was a baby and she hadn't ever wanted to give him a complex about his body. She dragged her eyes away from it now, her voice a slight squeak. "Get dressed Dolly, whilst I go and sort out breakfast and our lunch boxes." She smiled a weak smile, turning towards him, her eyes rigidly looking at his face, even though she was aware that he had his hand down there stroking it. His eyes held hers for a long minute, his hand obviously moving, before he turned away. "Yes mummy." And he entered the bathroom as she fled down the stairs, all thoughts of changing her skimpy skirt forgotten. "What is wrong with me?" she mumbled to herself, rebuking herself for such bad thoughts. Peter presently appeared in shorts and T shirt, she could see the excitement in him as he sat to eat his breakfast cereal. "I can't wait for us to go to work mummy," he babbled, his mouth full. She hardly looked at him, not trusting herself as she made an effort to focus, carrying on making up their lunch boxes, trying to be the organised mother. "Don't speak with your mouth full Dolly," she muttered. He laughed and took another spoonful. "But I'm excited mummy can't you see." She blushed as he obviously ignored her words, flouting her authority, but she just let it go. Finishing she looked at the clock, they had fifteen minutes before they had to go. "Mister Arnold is a nice man isn't he mummy?" She didn't reply. "I like him, he's really nice offering me this job and I'm sure it won't take me long to save up for that computer mummy, I just can't wait." She wanted to go upstairs to change her skirt and told him so. "Mummy no, it's lovely and I'm sure mister Arnold will love it too, don't change it mummy it suits you, I don't want you to change it." He stood up then defiant, between her and the door, his hands on his hips and for the first time in her life she actually felt a little intimidated by him. "Anyway you haven't shown me today mummy." For a moment she was confused by his words, then as she realised what he meant, she looked at him horrified "Peter that's enough of that," she began. He interrupted her "You know mummy, Mister Arnold told me to tell you, I don't want him to be annoyed with me on my first day. I don't want him to think that I don't do what he tells me." Suddenly he looked extremely anxious and close to tears. She could see that this was obviously a huge concern for him. It seemed that he didn't want anything to upset this chance and undermine the opportunity for him to have a job, no matter how menial it might be. So again she relinquished, taking pity on him, only wanting him to be happy and excited again on this his first day, the last thing she wanted was him to be tense and upset going to work. She sighed , then facing him with trembling hesitant fingers she pulled her skimpy skirt up to her waist, the flush in her cheeks showing her own emotions as she did so. Peter was overjoyed, he was rapidly learning how to make his mother do just what he wanted and he was sure his pretence at being upset would work. Now his heart was beating rapidly as she did what he had told her and revealed herself to him. Her translucent thong did nothing to hide her bareness from his eager shining young eyes, he couldn't suppress a gasp then without hesitation. "Oh mummy you are beautiful." Her face was burning yet still she stood there holding her skirt up. "Turn around mummy," he almost whispered. She was in another world now, in her mind she was not standing in front of her son. She turned around slowly revealing her naked bum to him, the string of her thong nestling between her cheeks. He gasped again, it excited him hugely but this time the sound snapped her out of her dazed mental state and she hurriedly dropped her hem, the tantalising view veiled again beneath the pelmet that was her tiny skirt. Peter smiled at her, unable to suppress his sheer delight, the bulge in his shorts unhidden, signifying his arousal which further fuelled her complete embarrassment. She had to snap herself out of this downward debased spiral. "We'd better go mummy or we'll be late." Again his words shook her into reality. "Yes, yes, come on Dolly." She started towards the door grabbing her coat as she did so. Peter was laughing at her now. "Silly mummy, you nearly forgot our lunch boxes." He picked them up off the table as she tried to clear her woolly head - "God what's got into me." She followed him through the door, which he closed behind them, then they headed down the path across the fields to the recycling complex. Mister Arnold walked out of his office as they arrived, he was looking at his watch. "Ah, Dolly, there you are. Come into my office." He virtually ignored Amanda, but he took in every item of her clothing with a wry grin, yes she was coming along nicely. Peter followed him into his office waving to his mother as he went. Feeling a little left out she hesitantly turned and went to her own desk by the reception window. "Close the door behind you Dolly." Mister Arnold sounded official, but Peter was keen to show his enthusiasm to become a reliable and obedient employee. He closed the door and stood there in front of Mister Arnold's desk. "Did your mummy tell you what the job is Dolly?" Mister Arnold chose his words carefully. "Yes Mister Arnold." "Can you do it?" "Yes Mister Arnold, I'll try my very best sir." Peter showed his enthusiasm in his earnest demeanour. "Good, it's what I expect from you Dolly, now let's go through some things on your employment contract, then I will give it to you to read through before you sign it and that will show that you have read and agreed everything in it, do you understand Dolly?" This was going to be a real job, Peters first real job, he felt excited. "Yes Mister Arnold." His reply was quick. "Good, now Dolly, first you will call me sir or Master from now on, not Mister Arnold." Peter nodded. "Yes sir." "Good, I will tell you what I tell all my girls, if you make any errors or break any rules, including petty theft, I will punish you. I don't go in for any of this telling off nonsense, you will come into my office and you will be punished, do you understand Dolly?" Peter felt confused and nervous. "Ppunished ?" he stuttered. "Yes Dolly, you will come into my office and you will be spanked for your misdeeds, I spank all my girls regularly." Peter didn't register the continual mention of girls, he was too nervous by Mister Arnold's words. "S spank sir?" "Yes Dolly, just like your mummy, I regularly have to put her over my knees and spank her for her disobedience or poor workmanship Dolly." Peters eyes almost popped out of his head, yet a tingle of excitement of this thought also enthralled him. "You, you, spank mummy sir?" "Yes Dolly, I spank her bottom every week because she is a bad girl." The visual image in Peters mind excited him greatly. "Do you understand Dolly?" "Yes sir." The reply was quieter but not because he didn't like the idea, it was because of the images Mister Arnold had implanted in his head. "Good, now next, I give all my staff an opportunity to take anything from the recycling that they find in the process of their job and that they want or need themselves, but I insist that they ask me first. If you are found taking something without asking me then you will be punished , do you understand Dolly?" "Yes sir." Peter didn't think this would really apply to him. "Similarly if I tell you to take something that I think I would like to see you have, then I expect you to obey my wishes Dolly." Peter nodded again, he felt a little lost now and wasn't at all sure what Mister Arnold meant. Mister Arnold knew that Peters mind was still on the imagined vision of seeing his mother's bottom spanked, he knew that Dolly wasn't really listening to all the clauses in the contract that would eventually enslave him, so he pushed on quickly, to the boys valiant nods and yesses. "Ok Dolly so you understand the contract, do you want to read it through yourself before you agree to sign it and it becomes legal and binding." Mister Arnold paused, Peter looked vacantly at him. "Or do you want to just sign it to say you agree to it all Dolly?" Mister Arnold pushed the folder of heavily typed pages across his desk towards Peter turning to the last page for him, he passed Peter a biro. "If you agree, sign here Dolly." Peter didn't want to struggle to read through all the complicated writing so he just signed it where Mister Arnold had pointed, glad it was all finished. Mister Arnold was smiling. "Now Dolly, that shows you have read, understood and agreed to all parts of your contract with me and if you are really good, when I have to spank you, I will spank your mother on her bare bum across my knees at the same time, would you like that Dolly?" Peter was very excited by the thought, but missing the point that he would be spanked too. "Y yes sir I would." His voice was soft but full of excitement. Mister Arnold smiled, this was going to be even better than he had hoped, now the little sissy was his. After all the documents were dealt signed and agreed now. "From today you start two weeks probation Dolly, just like your mummy did, this means that if you do not do your very best, exactly as you are told, then I can terminate your employment, understood?" Peter nodded. "I will do my very best sir." "Good, so for now I will loan you something to protect your clothes as you work and if I am totally satisfied with you in two weeks, then you will get your uniform too. Ok now come along with me and I'll show you what you have to do." Peter didn't have a chance to think, Mister Arnold stood up and was going through the door before he could say anything, so he just followed along, he'd ask him questions later, he thought. Mister Arnold brought Peter through the connecting corridor into the empty warehouse, it was just as Peters mother had described it, the clothes rails , bench, desk, just as she had said. Mister Arnold picked up a full pinafore from the bench , it was made of a soft silky material, pink with red spots on it. It had a frilled white edge and there were two pairs of ties, one to go around the waist to hold it in place, the other to go around the neck to hold it up in front of him. Mister Arnold made Peter stand with his back to him as he tied the ties, he used double bows to stop them coming undone and to make it difficult for Peter to take it off. The waist ones he pulled tight around Peters waist so that the pinafore settled on the boys hips, the length coming down to his knees totally hiding his shorts. "There, that should protect your clothes Dolly. Now let's get the first bag." Peter felt odd. The silky pinafore tickled his legs, he knew it was effeminate and it set his heart pounding. It reminded him of all the days he'd spent dressing up as a young child with his mother and recently the times he'd done it when she was at work. Suddenly he realised that mister Arnold was walking off across the warehouse without him. "Come along Dolly, I haven't all day." Peter shook himself out of his daydream and trotted off after him. At the far side of the building there appeared to him a mountain of bulging black plastic bags, in front of them was a four wheeled trolley. "Put three or four bags on the trolley, Dolly." Mister Arnold smirked at his own Witt. "Then pull it over to the bench." The bags were heavy, bulging with clothing and it took all Peters strength to get them onto the trolley, but when he went to pull it along by the bars in front it surprised him as it glided along with ease after him. He felt like he was a little pony with a cart as he guided it back across the warehouse to the bench in the middle and he almost stupidly made horse noises as he stopped beside it. "Now put one of the bags on the end of the bench and open it up Dolly." Mister Arnold guided him step by step, watching as Peter followed his instructions, struggling to get the first heavy bag onto the bench, then opening it. Peter removed all the clothing from the bag and began to sort them into piles on the bench. Jumpers together, cardigans together, dresses, skirts and a coat. Mister Arnold turned to the racks behind them and then tutted crossly. "That dam girl, she doesn't do as she is told." And he stamped off across the warehouse through the door to the corridor leading to the office, shouting as he went. "Amanda, Amanda, where are you girl?" He returned a few minutes later, Peter saw him striding along a cross look on his face with his mother trotting along behind him, looking very nervous and clutching a handful of white laminated signs in her hands. Mister Arnold came right up beside Peter and standing beside him he turned to face her. "I told you to label up all the clothes rails and the racks and you haven't done it!" She stood in front of the two of them blushing, feeling terribly humiliated being told off like this in front of her son. She couldn't look at them she could only look down at their feet. "Why haven't you done it girl?" "I, I forgot sir," she mumbled quietly. "You'll see me in my office later and you know what that means don't you girl?" Her face was bright red, the words even quieter. "Ys sir." "Hmph," he snorted. "Go and label them now and quick about it." She nodded and hurriedly began sticking the labels at the ends of the rows, then all of the places they had discussed the previous day. Mister Arnold turned back to Peter. "That is a perfect example of disobedience and generally not doing as she was told, you know what is going to happen to her now?" He paused looking at Dolly waiting for his response. Dolly's mouth was open a panting excitement on his face. "Well?" "You, you are going to spank her on her bare bum sir," Peter mumbled. "Yes Dolly, she will go over my knees and she will be spanked on her bare bottom for not doing as she was told to do. I will have to spank her this afternoon and I think you should watch so you understand what I mean Dolly." Peter whispered an excited yes please almost before Mister Arnold had finished speaking, the thought of seeing his mummy spanked on her bare bottom over Mister Arnold's knees almost too exciting for words. Mister Arnold smiled inwardly, not letting his satisfaction show on his face. Oh yes, he was enjoying every minute of this and it would only be a matter of time, he was certain he would have the boy exactly where he wanted him. Peters morning of job training was over all too soon, Mister Arnold had stayed with him long enough to watch that he understood how to put similar items together on the rails and shelves. Nothing was said that all the clothing was women's clothing, it went without saying that the clothes were thus. The contract to export them to Eastern Europe was only for women's clothing anyway and no explanation was necessary. It did, however play into Mister Arnold's hands in his plan to subject the boy to a continual deluge of such clothing. Mister Arnold returned to his office where the cctv screens were monitoring every movement the boy made. It would only be a matter of time before a few bags of underwear would arrive on his sorting table, then he would watch him very closely. With that the lunch hooter sounded, he thought for a moment, no, today she could have lunch with the boy. It would further develop him seeing her dressed like a slut, it was an obvious excitement to him. He pushed his head round the office door, she was looking very nervous almost hiding behind her computer, waiting fearfully for him and that pleased him, "Today girl I want you to bring Dolly his lunch and you can have yours with him. I'll allow that for a few days just to get him settled into a routine, do you understand?" "Yes sir." Her slight smile was one of relief and she got to her feet to fetch their two sandwich boxes from the little kitchen where she had left them. Peter wasn't sure what the hooter was for, so even though he was hungry he carried on working until he heard the door from the office block opening, glancing round he saw his mother coming in. He had never realised how sexy she looked before and her short, short skirt revealing her stocking tops made his heart thump. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her as she came over to him. "I've got our lunch boxes Dolly." She smiled. To relax with her son for lunch would be a joy after the abuse in the canteen the last few days. "God mummy you look so pretty," Dolly blurted out, unable to stop himself. Her blushes made her look young and shy and only excited him more. They sat together in the corner behind the desk, her consciously tugging at the hem of her short skirt as she sat, yet unable to stop it riding up even higher above her stocking tops. His eyes were constantly drawn there to that tantalising gleam of flesh, in his minds eye only inches from seeing her tantalising translucent thong, framing her sex. Their small talk centred around the job and if he was managing OK. He seemed to have understood the training given to him by Mister Arnold and had already created some neat rows of clothing separated successfully by type. Their talk was interrupted then by the opening of one of the loading bay doors across the other side of the warehouse. It slid back quietly and the movement of two figures through it drew their attention. It was Mister Arnold with the woman who was in charge of the rag recycling shed, they had backed a truck up outside the doors and were unloading several bulging orange bags which they left in a pile alongside the huge mountain of black bags already there. Amanda stiffened visibly when she saw the woman, Donna, she disliked her aggressive arrogance intensely and preferred not to be seen by her. Peter, however, hadn't noticed his mother's reaction and he just watched inquisitively. Mister Arnold looked across at them and began a quiet conversation with the woman, she too looked over at them and their conversation became more animated. Placing the last bag on the growing mound, they both walked across the warehouse to where Amanda and Peter were sitting. Amanda squirmed in her seat, blushing already, wishing she could just disappear. They came to a stop in front of the desk. "This is our newest employee, Dolly." Mister Arnold began, introducing Peter. Peter stood up immediately "Hello" he said in an enthusiastic and innocent friendliness. Donna looked him up and down and smiled broadly at the frilly silky apron he was wearing. She all but ignored Amanda, which in reality Amanda didn't mind at all, she felt self conscious enough dressed as she was in front of the big rough supervisor without her drawing attention to the fact. Mister Arnold was explaining to Donna the process that he had put in place for Peter to sort the clothing and she was commenting and making suggestions as he went through it. "Where's the water dispenser for Dolly?" she used Peter's nickname as if it was his real name. Mister Arnold paused at the woman's question. "You don't want Dolly getting dehydrated do you? It's hot in this warehouse, I like to make sure my staff's welfare is taken care of, you know that." He nodded. "Of course, you are quite right Donna. There is a spare kit and some water bottles in the ladies toilet I believe." Donna turned to Amanda. "Come with me girl." Before Amanda could reply, Donna was walking away from her back across to the far side of the warehouse. Amanda noticed Mister Arnold's glare and she got up hurriedly to follow the woman, she caught up with her as they arrived at a door marked ladies at the back far side of the warehouse and followed her through it. Donna closed the door behind them with a bang that made Amanda jump. "So how's the little slut today then, upset you're not being allowed to go and play with the men?" "No, no, I don't, I I'm not," Amanda began. Donna cut her short. "Get it in your head girl, you satisfy me and I might help you." With that she undid her trousers and pulling them down she sat on a toilet in the open cubicle right in front of Amanda. Amanda looked away blushing "Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you bitch." Her ferocity drew Amanda's eyes back to her and with a leering look Donna opened her legs showing her hairy mound. Then, much to Amanda's disgust Donna squirted a jet as she peed noisily whilst she watched. Amanda felt sick with disgust and looked away again hurriedly as Donna laughed a deep throated cackle. "You'll have to earn that girl." She pulled up her trousers again, pointing as she did so to a kit of parts in a plastic bag over on the floor, against the wall beside the basins. Alongside of it was a row of full gallon water containers ready for use. Amanda followed Donna over to them. "Pick up the bits girl." Amanda bent over, pulling the bags of parts together, when suddenly she felt Donna's weight against her, pushing her against the wall, her big heavy left hand on her back holding her down. Amanda stiffened, trying to move, but she was too weak alongside the big woman. Donna's right hand slipped over Amanda's bum. "What have we here then girl?" "Noo, stop it, stop it, please," Amanda blurted. "Stop it? Ha." Donna was not the right person to listen to a little slut like Amanda and slapped her bum before continuing. Amanda squeaked at the slap and quivering began to whimper as Donna started to slide her thick fingers down over the strap of Amanda's thong, nestled as it was between her cheeks. Amanda wriggled to try and get away from her again, but Donna's grip was like iron. Her fingers slipped under the material as she reached Amanda's cunt, sliding in the wetness she found there, her thick finger opening her and sliding into her with little effort. "What have we here then girl making you so wet, I think that you were turned on seeing your Mistress pissing, weren't you?" Amanda gasped a whimper escaping her lips as the teasing invader moved deeper into her. "Weren't you baby?" Donna persisted in a crude whisper, enjoying the feeling of power she had over the submissive little doll. Amanda whimpered louder unable to stop herself from parting her legs for her evil aggressor. She tried again to speak to form a rejecting noo again, but it came out more like a moan. She hadn't realised that Donna's hand had left her back where it had held her down, slipping round over her breast now, seeking and finding a nipple to tease and pinch, which only caused Amanda, in her attempts to pull back and avoid it, to wriggle further back onto Donna's stiff thick finger. "I think you want your Mistress to piss on you don't you baby?" Donna hissed in her ear. Amanda couldn't speak, the finger was moving inside her, the other hand tugging and teasing her nipple, her senses on an overload of humiliation and ecstasy. "Do you want Mistress to make you lie down baby, looking up at me, as I piss in your face, hmmm, do you baby?" Donna took her time, teasing and whispering in Amanda's ear, but it really didn't take too long to make the soft submissive woman to come for her and she smiled triumphantly when Amanda did. An easy barrier after all, Amanda would never be able to disobey her now. She withdrew her finger and slapped Amanda's still quivering bottom. "Come on baby, let's get this water dispenser sorted before Arnold sends your Dolly here to see what we are up to. She cackled as Amanda, bright red and trembling dragged herself away from the wall against which Donna had pinned her. Donna was right too, Dolly could be heard just outside the door. "Hello? Mister Arnold told me to see if I could help you," he was calling. Donna pulled the door open. "In here Dolly," she called and Peter came in through the door unquestioningly. He looked around as he came in, looking for his mother, he was just in time to catch her trying to pull her miniscule skirt back down over her bottom. Dolly knew instantly that something had been going on, the sight of his mother blushing bright red, with her bum nearly naked as she stood beside a smiling Donna. The big woman's hand still touching Amanda's arm, it made his tummy take a leap inside him. The undeniable throbbing in his groin exciting him beyond belief and his imagination was running wild at the thought of what must have gone on between them. His mother tried almost unsuccessfully to smile at him but Donna intervened instructing him to help Amanda pick up the parts of the dispenser. She used Amanda's name rather than saying his mother, after all the slut was going to be a sex object for everyone, even her sissy son. She easily picked up one of the water bottles and between them they brought the parts back across the warehouse. Donna close alongside Amanda, the bottle carried on her shoulder, her other hand on Amanda's bottom, with Peter following unable to take his eyes off the woman's big hand cradling his mother's bum. They brought the parts dispenser to the desk by the door to the offices where Mister Arnold quickly assembled it. He tested it with one of the plastic cups and Donna nodded satisfied, unable to wipe the grin off her face that Mister Arnold knowingly understood. The factory hooter had gone off ages ago, whilst Donna had being having Amanda in the ladies toilet and now Mister Arnold told Amanda to get back to her work in the office. She was glad to go, still trembling and totally humiliated after the events of the last half hour. Mister Arnold, now ignoring Amanda as she departed, meanwhile explained to Peter that Donna was going to give him some training that afternoon. Peter was happy with the idea, even though she made him feel very nervous. After all the big woman must be a special friend of his mum's, he'd seen that with his own eyes and now he trusted her absolutely. Mister Arnold disappeared leaving him alone with her. "Ok Dolly." She made her voice soft and persuasive. "Let's get one of these orange bags and start to go through the things baby." He nodded, blushing at the word, yet he liked the way she spoke to him, it made him feel little inside and with bright eyes he followed her every word. He fetched one of the newly arrived orange bags from its own pile and carried it on his cart back to the sorting station. There she helped him open it and empty its contents onto the table. Peter's eyes opened wide, his heart immediately thumping in his chest to the tingling he felt inside. The bag was full of ladies underwear, Donna knew exactly what was in it, she had discussed it long enough with Mister Arnold and she watched Peter's reactions closely. She knew almost instantly that Mister Arnold was absolutely correct about the boy, he was indeed a little sissy. For the next two hours she went through the contents of the pile of underwear, encouraging him to touch, feel and look closely at them. She could see his fingers trembling as he did so and she brought him deeper and deeper under their spell. She instructed him on style and shape and on specialities. She made him lay each item out carefully, smoothing them flat, extracting the cottons from the rest first and showing him how to place them neatly on the labelled shelves so that they looked as if they were in a shop display. Anything that felt a little different, nylon, silk, rayon, lycra, lace, she made him bring into the special room. There he would place them in neat individual piles. Whenever he came across a particularly sexy item, for whatever reason, she encouraged him to pick it up, run his fingers over it, touch it against his cheek, anything to understand the speciality of it, anything to make him desire it. When she left via Mister Arnold's office, he felt a mixture of arousal and nervous naughtiness. He tried to control himself, but ended by returning the sexier things from the pile back into the orange bag. He brought it into the special room where he hid it behind a cupboard in the far corner. In his mind he was wondering how he could sneak the bag out so that he could try them on in the safety of his own bedroom. In an attempt to try and take his mind off them and to try to re focus on his work, he put a replacement black bag onto the sorting table and set to concentrating on the mixture of clothes inside it. By the time he was on the third of these, he felt a little more in control of himself. He opened the bag, but he could see straight away that the contents were in need of a wash. He soon forgot himself by taking it over to the machines by the ladies toilets. He slowly divided the clothes up by colour as he'd been shown by Donna, filling the machines with little touch or thought of the content. He added powder and set them off on their different cycles before he gave in to the need of wanting the toilet. His mother often told him off for leaving it too late and he looked around the warehouse in growing urgency now. He didn't want to wet himself, but he could feel himself peeing a bit in his pants, but the only toilet there was the one labelled ladies. He looked around again, well after all he was the only one working here wasn't he? So feeling a little self conscious yet a little naughty too, he went into the ladies loos. There were no urinals of course, after all, there wouldn't be would there? So without further ado he hurriedly pulled up the pinafore, pulled down his shorts and his now wet pants and sat to pee. His naughtiness felt greater then, he kicked off his shorts and pants and sat there relieving himself as he smoothed the silky pinafore over his thighs. It all felt very sexy to him, after all he was alone, no one else could see. No one that is except Mister Arnold whose close circuit cameras, they captured every movement the boy made, recorded them forever on the continual disks. Together with his mum's earlier escapade, they would be watched over and over and commented on by all its viewers. Peter stood up looking nervously at his wet pants, then with a sudden thought he picked them and his shorts up, tiptoeing naked under his silky pinafore he went to the nearest washing machine and lifting the lid for a second, he dropped his wet pants in. Looking around himself nervously he rushed across the warehouse to the special room which he quickly entered. He went to the bag which he had hidden behind the cupboard and hurriedly pulled out a pair of pastel pink satin panties. He stepped into them, his heart pounding, his cock already stiff as he pulled them up over his bottom. He wriggled there for a few minutes, stroking himself through them, suddenly he heard the telephone ringing. He jumped, his heart in his throat, he stuffed the bag back where he had hidden it and grabbing his shorts in his hand he ran out to the desk by the office door. Every movement watched by Mister Arnold's all seeing eye, the telephone call timed to perfection as he rang the number. Peter picked up the phone panting from the dash and the nerves of not wanting to be caught. "Yes," he said unsure of what to say. "Dolly? Mister Arnold here." Peter was nodding nervously "Yes Sir," he said. Mister Arnold smiled to himself. "Did I make you run Dolly?" "It's ok Sir, I was just putting some washing in to the machines," Peter lied blushing. "Ok well it's only ten minutes to the factory hooter, so come into my office immediately to review the day." The phone went down. Peter hurriedly put his shorts back on over the pastel pink panties catching the back of the pinafore in them as he did so and completely forgetting to zip them up in his urgency not to keep Mister Arnold waiting. He walked into the main office feeling nervous wondering if he had been seen, he saw his mum busy at her desk and waved to her, but she was too busy to see him. Stopping at Mister Arnold's door he knocked gently. Mister Arnold answered immediately. "Enter." Peter opened the door quietly and went in closing it again behind him. "Ah Dolly, so how was your first day? Did you learn a lot from your training this afternoon?" Peter nodded. "Yes sir, it helped me a lot sir." His voice sounded small. "Then I will have to arrange for Mistress Donna to give you regular training sessions if they are such a help, don't you think?" He paused for Peters reply. "Yes sir." "Good and I think that your mummy will also benefit from Mistress Donna's training too Dolly, what do you think?" "Yes sir, I,I think she'd like that sir." Peter was nodding only too pleased that Mister Arnold seemed happy with him. "Good and talking of her, we have something to address haven't we? She has to have her punishment for forgetting to label the racks hasn't she Dolly?" Peter's heart skipped a beat, he had forgotten about that, he nodded quickly hardly daring to speak. "And do you want to watch mummy's punishment Dolly? Do you want to see me spanking her bottom?" Peter was blushing a deep red, he could feel his cheeks burning. "Well do you Dolly?" Mister Arnold repeated. "Yess, yess sir, yess please sir." He was nodding, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Good, now be good and stand there quietly and if I tell you to do something do it straight away, do you understand Dolly?" Peter nodded and Mister Arnold picked up the phone on his desk pressing one of the buttons. There was a distant buzz for a few seconds. "Come into my office now girl." The tap on the door came quickly after he had replaced the receiver, Peter realised that she obviously didn't like to keep Mister Arnold waiting. Arnold called enter again, his voice now gruff and surprising Peter. The door opened and Amanda began to walk nervously in. On seeing Dolly she paused not expecting to see him there and immediately wondered what he had done wrong. "In here girl." Mister Arnold's tone made her jump in response and soon she stood by her son facing the desk. "First things first, Dolly has had a good first day and I am very pleased with him. I am sure he has learnt a lot from his training already and I will be arranging for that to be ongoing. Having discussed training with Mistress Donna, we have both also come to the conclusion that you too would benefit from her training, so I will be arranging for that to start next week." Amanda paled, her heart sinking, no, please no, she couldn't make her go to that horrible woman, not again. "Regarding you this week however, you delayed and very nearly upset the whole process by not labelling the areas as we had discussed and as I had entrusted you with. In addition to that when one of my senior supervisors asked you for assistance, you hesitated until I told you to help her. I will not have that kind of attitude here, you know what youve done wrong don't you?" She was blushing deep red now, it was bad enough being told off anyway, but it was even worse being told off in front of her son like this. She knew Mister Arnold expected a reply, the correct reply. "Yes sir," she said, her voice meak and quiet, showing her embarrassment, hoping Peter wouldn't notice. Peter was listening to every word however, watching his mum intently. "Hmph, well you know my rules girl and you know the punishment you are going to get, don't you?" Mister Arnold was revelling in piling on embarrassment upon embarrassment on her. He stood up and walked over to "the chair" and sat there not taking his eyes off her face, her cheeks a burning red. "P Please sir, not in front of Peter, Please," she whispered hoping Peter wouldn't hear or understand. "Dolly has to learn my rules and my methods girl and I have already agreed with Dolly to stay." He reached down beside him to the left of the chair and picked up a short black nylon strap with a slipping loop on either end. "Come here girl, I expected some trouble with you today, I wont have it and this is a preventative, now give me your hands." Reluctantly, her eyes pleading with him, she finally did as he told her, holding out her hands to him. He slipped the loops over them, tightening them around her wrists, then tugging the strap he pulled her further towards him. "Come on, over my knees girl." The pressure on her wrists and arms overbalanced her and to Peter's wide opened eyes it seemed that she was almost throwing herself over his knees in what he could only assume was excitement. His eyes were glued to the scene now, watching her short skirt flicking tantalisingly as she ended up across Mister Arnolds legs. Mister Arnold reached down to his left as she collapsed over his knees, in one movement, hooking the strap over a hook screwed into the floor at his side and pulling her back adjusting her position whilst also tightening the strap so that it held her arms, shoulders and head down. He glanced across at Peter then and beckoned him closer. He could see a gaping open mouthed arousal in the boys face and was keen to develop it further. Peter's eyes were almost popping out of his head, he had never seen anything so exciting before and it was obviously ok because his mum hadn't sent him away and he was sure that she was feeling some thrill too. Mister Arnold's left arm stabilised Amanda as it slid across her back pulling her closer to him, then with deliberate slowness he pulled her skirt up over her bum to her waist revealing the red strap of her thong just visible as it disappeared between her cheeks. He rested his left hand on her round soft bum for a second. "You've been very very disobedient today, haven't you girl?" His voice was softer and his hand rubbed round and round over her bum in a slow motion as he spoke. He paused for a response and when there was none he continued smoothly rubbing his hand round and round over her soft cheeks. "Haven't you girl?" he repeated this a few more times in an almost hypnotic mantra. Peter's breathing seemed loud in his head, he was tingling, his bottom tingling too in the pink satin panties, he was desperately wanting to say yes for her. Eventually hearing her soft whimper. "Ys Sr." "Yes, a very, very disobedient girl and do you know what that means?" he paused again, not breaking the mantra with the unceasing slow circular motion of his hand over her bottom. She was quivering, he could feel her trembling over his knees "It means you are going to be spanked on your bare bottom girl." She gasped, the hand not stopping as it moved rubbing her cheeks over and over. He could hear her whimpers clearly now as did Peter who had almost stopped breathing, wanting to touch himself through the satin panties he was still wearing, his cock twitching wantonly. Arnold slipped his fingers upwards, finding the waistband of her thong, he slipped them under it and began to slowly pull it down. He glanced at Peter, close now watching intently, then smiled to himself. "Come here Dolly, help me pull mummy's panties down." She stiffened, a gasped no, muffled, her face near the floor. Arnold gave her a swift slap. "Be quiet and behave girl," he grunted. She squeaked in shock at the sting from the slap. Mister Arnold gestured Peter forward , Peter's fingers slipped trembling over his mums soft bum, Mister Arnold encouraging him and showing him how to slip his fingers under the waistband of her thong. "That's it Dolly, now pull mummy's panties right down, lets see what she has under them hmm." She whimpered debased and humiliated as Peter followed Mister Arnold's instruction, slowly pulling them down, they clung to her between her legs but he continued, unstopping, baring his mum completely. Peter felt his body more excited than he had ever felt before. "Take them right off and look after them for mummy Dolly." Arnold's soft tone was meant for Peter, but Amanda was dying of humiliation, knowing that her own son was actually removing her panties. No sooner had the garment uncovered her sex and was still being pulled down her legs by her son, than Mister Arnold's left hand snaked beneath her. It slipped up between her legs up over her unbelievably throbbing clitoris and between her undeniably soaking lips, parting them ready to slip into her. She gasped a half nooo and a half moan. In her head she was screaming no, no ,no, not in front of my son, no please, stop, don't. Oh but she couldn't stop, the wriggle of her bum, the strap on her wrists tightening and pulling her arms straight as she attempted to pull away in a last defence against his teasing invasion. Peter had his mums warm wet thong in his hands, he was in a state, he'd never known existed before. Then Mister Arnold began his slow soft erotic spanking, each slightly stinging slap driving her against his invading, probing exploring fingers. Gradually the entire office and all its contents seemed to have disappeared from her mind. Her whimpering focus was only on her heated bottom and her throbbing pussy now, she was oblivious to anything or anyone else. Arnold was a total expert in this matter and he knew just when to ease back, keeping Amanda close to the edge, preventing her climax, she was so close she was almost begging for it. Her thighs which had long been squeezed tight together to conceal her sex and his invading fingers from sight, relaxed, giving in to her loss of control. Slowly, unstoppably, she revealed her most intimate self as she wriggled whimpering and moaning against him. Mister Arnold smiled in triumph. "There Dolly, now you can see mummy's hot cunt, she just loves having it played with doesn't she? And when you do play with it, she becomes a good girl and behaves herself, then she'll do anything she is told to do." Peter was on fire, he was desperate to play with himself, his cock was stiff and dribbling in the satin panties, he almost thought he had wet himself again in the excitement. "Between these lips where my fingers are sliding Dolly, that's where men put their cocks, your mummy just loves that, she really loves it when men put their cocks in her. Would you like to put your cock there too Dolly?" Somewhere in Amanda's clouded mind she could hear Mister Arnold's voice, a burning shameful humiliation spreading down through her body to the very centre of her sex, bringing her even closer to an explosive climax. Peter was nodding his head madly, his cheeks on fire too. "Yss, yss oh please sir yess." Mister Arnold stopped his spanking, yet leaving his hand on her now rosy bum, his fingers still very gently moving between her legs. "Well we will have to see won't we Dolly, but for now you can see what a good girl mummy has become for me again, she will behave and do exactly as I tell her, but also remember, you too will have lessons to learn over my knees wont you?" Peter felt a mixture of disappointment and excitement and he gasped a breathless. "Yes." Staring at his mother as she struggled over the feelings in her sex, too far gone to understand what was being said. "Now undo mummy's hands for her Dolly and give her a nice kiss on the lips to remind her you've been here watching her." And he gave Peter a knowing wink Peter skirted round his mother, she looked like a wet dream still across Mister Arnold's lap. He went down on his knees and reached for the strap on the hook, carefully he pulled it free then gently he slipped the loops off her wrists. Mister Arnold was still playing with her, keeping her whimperingly close to her climax whilst he watched Peter's every move. Peter lifted her head, looking into her eyes, she was in a trance, so aroused and unable to think straight. She gasped not recognising him. "Pleease," she begged, she wanted her climax so much. Peter thought she looked so sexy, he was still throbbing, desperate to touch himself through the satin panties. Panting himself, he brought his lips to hers giving her a little kiss. Mister Arnold rubbed a little harder, she opened her mouth searching blindly for and wanting the kiss. "She wants you to kiss her harder and use your tongue Dolly, that's what sluts love," Mister Arnold whispered, not wanting to break the spell. Peter leaned forward again and kissed harder this time clapping his mouth over his mothers, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he did so. Mister Arnold increased his teasing and she whimpered into Peter's kiss. "You love your son kissing you don't you slut?" Mister Arnold's voice was loud, timed to perfection, stopping his touching as she was almost beginning her climax. Amanda came out of her trance almost immediately, suddenly aware of what was going on. She pushed herself up and slipped off Mister Arnold's knees, leaving an extremely disappointed and aroused Dolly on his knees beside her It seemed like ages for them both to regain their composure, but eventually Amanda and Peter stood red faced in front of Mister Arnold's desk again. They were both unable to speak and totally unable to look at one another. "Now my good little girls, I have wage packets here for you. Here is yours Amanda and because you have worked so hard today Dolly and I am very pleased with what you have achieved, I am paying you for your days work too." He handed them two brown envelopes, smiling. Both Amanda and Peter were shocked to receive them having forgotten everything over the past half an hour. "Oh by the way, Ms Wood, Mistress Donna to you, reminded me about the health precautions necessary working with second hand clothing, though they are mostly clean. We put all our girls on a course of vitamins and natural antibiotics which are specially prepared for us, they are a preventative. They are in the form of capsules and you have to take two of them every night and morning." He took two large plastic pots from his drawer. "Here's yours Dolly and because Mistress Donna believes that you should be protected too Amanda, here are yours. Now off you go girls and have a nice weekend." With that he turned away from them, picking up the phone in preparation to make a call and to close the day in normality. He cheerfully left Dolly and Amanda to leave the office, quietly clutching pay and thoughtfully given medicines in a mixture of confusing and embarrassing emotions. Of course they believed him about the vitamins, why shouldn't they?