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Since this story was first published as ?Hypno happiness? on BDSM Library the site has changed hands.? The new owners have adopted a policy of refusing or removing anything depicting pre-teen sexual contact.?

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As a way of enabling me to continue to publish this story I have re-written it so that it does not contradict the new rules.? To avoid any confusion I have re-named the story. I hope you still enjoy it.

As always, this story is entirely fictitious.? Not a word of it is true!? And as I said originally, if you believe this, you?ll believe anything.

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It?s all in the mind!

Part? 1.

I'd always been sceptical about hypnosis.? I'd read loads of stories about how unscrupulous men had used it to take advantage of poor, innocent women, and while I found these stories amusing, I didn't really believe a word of it.? And then I had the chance to find out for sure.

I found myself on the scrap heap at age 38.? I lost my job, lost my house soon after, and very soon after that my 'loving wife' deserted me too.? I spent the next couple of years picking up the pieces and doing whatever work I could.? And then I got the chance to re-train.? I went to a local college to check out what courses were on offer, and there it was, "Healing through hypnosis - become a qualified therapist."? I made enquiries about the course, and discovered that I could become fully trained in just a month.? I thought "What the hell?" and signed on the dotted line.

A month later and I had passed the course with top marks, and what's more, I started to believe it worked.? I tried to set up a full time practice doing the usual stuff, lose weight, stop smoking, gain confidence and so on, but there wasn't enough work to pay the bills and so I took a job in the customer records section of a large bank which had its' HQ near where I live, and carried on with the hypnotherapy during evenings and weekends.? It paid the bills.

It was at the bank that I met Sally.? She had gone to work there when her marriage had broken up.? She was 36, five feet four, with dark brown hair and a fine body.? We were working side by side, and so we got talking.? She was a nervous sort of woman.? Low self-esteem, caused by years of abuse from her ex-husband made her seem vulnerable.? As I patiently listened she told me all I could have ever wanted to know about her two daughters, Helen, aged fifteen, and Sandra, aged thirteen.? She told me Helen was keen on dancing, while Sandra favoured gymnastics.? I heard all about their weekends together, their arguments, shopping trips, holidays, everything.? Slowly, she was beginning to trust me.? And an idea was forming in my mind.

After a few days I casually mentioned my training in hypnosis.? She seemed fascinated.? "Does it really work?" she asked one lunch break when we were eating our sandwiches together.

"Well, it depends on the patients problem." I answered, trying to sound like a dispassionate professional, "But generally, yes.? It can help most people."

"I wonder if you could help me Steve?"

"What's the problem?" I asked, looking concerned.

"Well, I'm having trouble sleeping lately.? I'm tired, and I go to bed, and then just lie there for hours.? I can't remember when I last had a good nights sleep."

I went through the check list with her, was she worried about anything in particular? did she drink a lot of tea?, coffee?, alcohol?? We talked about her diet, her social life, (None!), what kind of exercise she took (A two mile run three mornings a week.? This explained the firm body!).? Finally, I arrived at my 'diagnosis'.

"I think you have what we call 'non-specific anxiety syndrome."? I said, gravely.

"Oh God, it sounds serious.? Is there anything you can do?"

"Absolutely! ?This should be very easy to sort out.? A couple of short sessions, and I'll have you sleeping like a baby."?

"Really.? What do the sessions involve?? I mean, I don't have to take any drugs or anything do I?"? She sounded anxious.? She'd have been positively stressed if she'd known what I had in mind !

"No.", I laughed, "No drugs.? Just ten minutes under very light hypnosis and I can guarantee that you?ll be able to sleep soundly again.? It's quite a common condition in people with busy lives."

"Yes, well with all the running around I have to do for the kids, I certainly have one of those.? she laughed.

"Yes, of course you do."? I said sympathetically.? "You would hardly be under at all really.? Would you like me to help?"

She thought for a moment.? There seemed to be one last doubt in her mind.? "How much would this cost, Steve?"

I almost laughed out loud!? "It would be so quick it would be hardly worth my while writing the bill out", I chuckled.? "I wouldn't charge a friend for such a minor treatment."

"Oh, really?? I'd be really grateful if you could help then Steve.? Thanks very much.? When can we do it?"

"Well, as soon as you like, really.? I think it would be best if I came to your house, if you're ok with that." I said.? "You need to be able to relax, and where better to do that than in your own home?? Why don't you let me know when your kids are out of the way for half an hour, and I'll come round then?"

"We can do it tonight."? She said at once.? "Both of them are out at youth club from six thirty onwards, and I don't have to pick them up until nine."

"Tonight it is then", I said.

I arrived at her house just before seven.? It was a three bed roomed detached house, with large gardens on a nice estate on the outskirts of the city.? There was a long drive way leading up to it, and as I drove along this I felt my pulse quicken.? I would take it slow, I told myself.? Nice and easy.? No rush.

I rang the doorbell, and the door opened almost at once.? Sally looked different away from work.? Her formal suit had been replaced with a light blue T-shirt, which showed off the curves of her breasts, and a pair of faded blue jeans.

"Hi, you found it then?" she asked, a nervous giggle in her voice.? She motioned for me to come in, closed the door behind me and then made her way to the lounge.? As I followed her in I took a good look at her firm, shapely arse, and quickly adjusted my cock, which was already twitching!

We went into the lounge and I looked around.? It was a comfortable family home, family photographs on the wall, and also on shelves.? She obviously adored her children.

"How do we do this?"? She still sounded nervous; her speech was very slightly slurred, as if she had had a couple of glasses to help her relax.

"Just sit in a chair, and relax."? I said, in my most soothing and reassuring voice.

"Don't I have to be lying down or something and watch a swinging pocket watch?"

"No, that's just a myth.? Sitting in a comfortable chair is how we usually do this, and I don?t even own a pocket watch!"

She smiled at me, still nervous but reassured.? She settled down into the nearest armchair, and I went to work.? Within a few moments she was completely under.? I told her that when she went to bed that night she would relax as soon as she turned the light out.? Her mind would go blank, and she would be able to drift off into sleep.? Then I gave her a key word.? I told her that whenever she heard me say the key word, 'dreamtime', she would go into a deep sleep.? The key would only work when I said it. No one else could cause her to sleep like that.? I asked her if she understood.

"Yes" she said simply.? I then sent her into a deep trance, and decided to have a look around.

I went into the kitchen, where I found the bottle of white wine she had been drinking from before I arrived.? From the look of it she'd had nearly half a bottle.? I went back into the lounge.? She was still fast asleep.? I had a good look at the photos.? One had Sally and her kids together.? From the look of it, it was taken recently.? Helen, the elder daughter, had Sally's colouring.? Dark brown hair and blue eyes.? Her small round breasts, high on her chest, were clearly developing still.? Sandra was different.? Obviously takes after her Father, I thought.? Shoulder length golden blonde hair, green eyes and a liberal scattering of freckles across her pretty face.? The small buds of her tiny breasts were just visible beneath her T-shirt.? My cock was stiffening inside my trousers, and I opened my fly to release the tension.

I went upstairs, my cock still jutting out from my trousers.? I savoured the feminine smells, which lingered on the stairs and the feel of the cool air on my now fully erect shaft.

I went into the first bedroom I found.? It had the nameplate 'Helen' on the door.? It was a typical teenager?s room.? Posters of her favourite boy-bands on the wall, a stereo and CD's, a wardrobe and small chest of drawers.? I went to this and quickly found what I was looking for, her underwear drawer.? I took a handfull of the small garments out.? Some white ones, some pink.? Some had patterns or designs, most were plain.? I put them back.? I took out a small trainer bra, size 34 A.? White with small blue flowers.? Nice.? I stood in the middle of the room and stroked my cock up and down.? I breathed in.? The smell of a young girl.? My cock began to throb.

I put the bra away, and went into the next room, Sandra's.? Another typical room.? This time the underwear was in a bedside cabinet.? Almost entirely plain white knickers, just the odd pair which were pink or blue.? A few small bras here, size 30 AA.? Pop star posters still mingled with Disney pictures.

Sally's room was next.? A large, dark wooden bed dominated the room.? Tastefully furnished, with a thick grey carpet and lots of natural wood furniture.? Walk in wardrobes containing her work suits, formal dresses, blouses, shoes. All neatly arranged.? Another bedside cabinet.? Mainly plain, practical briefs in the top drawer.? Second drawer, bras.? A nice variety, some low-cut, some full cup.? Some lacy, some just plain, and a couple of sports bras.? All size 36B.? Third drawer, some very nice underwear.? Satin briefs, thongs, a suspender belt, and then something else, something hidden beneath the coloured fabrics.? A large white plastic vibrator, about eight inches long.? I picked it up and ran its' length under my nose.? I could clearly smell her musk, I almost came.

I put the vibrator back in place and left the room.? I made my way to the combined toilet and bathroom with the intention of relieving my aching prick in there.? I opened the door and went in.? The first thing I saw was a large washing basket.? I opened it up and quickly found three pairs of knickers, the first clearly Sally's, the second with a label saying 'age 14 -15'.? Helen.? The final pair were the smallest of the three. Sandra.? I smelled each pair in turn, drawing in the delicate aromas.? Sandra's didn't smell of much, Sally's smelt as I would have expected, the distinctive aroma of a woman.? Helen's smell drove me over the edge.? As I sniffed at the gusset of the fifteen year-olds discarded knickers, savouring the smell of what was undoubtedly a virgin pussy, and stroking my now painfully erect cock as I did so, I began to cum.? I shot stream after stream of sticky cum over the bathroom floor, the wash basin, the bath.? I fell to my knees in ecstasy.

After I had recovered, I cleaned the floor and side of the bath with the soiled knickers.? Then I buried them deep in the middle of the washing basket.? I ran the taps in the wash basin to clean my cum away, and as I did so I noticed the three tooth brushes, standing neatly to attention in their rack.? I took each one in turn, smeared some of my cum onto it and then replaced it.? It would be their first taste of my seed, but if all went according to plan, not the last!

I put my spent cock away and zipped myself up.? I checked my watch, ten minutes had elapsed since I had left Sally.? It was time to wake her.

I went back downstairs and into the lounge.? She was still sleeping soundly.? I spoke to her, telling her that when she awoke she would feel refreshed.? Then I counted down, "Five, four, three, two, one.? OK Sally, open your eyes, wide awake!"

She opened her eyes, looking slightly startled.

"Did it work?? I mean, was I under?"

"Yes, of course.? I smiled.? "How do you feel now?"

She thought for a moment.? "My God, I feel fantastic!? I haven't felt this good in ages.? Bloody hell, how do you do that Steve?"

"It's just a case of getting your mind to let go of the stress, that's all."

"How long was I under?"

"Look at the clock, just about ten minutes.? What do you remember?"

"Well, I remember sitting here, and then I remember you talking to me, telling me to relax, and then I drifted off into the most lovely sleep!? Wow! I really do feel good.? This hypnosis is really good; I mean it really works doesn't it?? Christ, thanks Steve.? That was amazing."???

"It will probably work for the next few days, but I suggest we do another session in about a week, and that should sort you out.? How do you feel about that?"

"Are you kidding?? If I'm going to feel this good, we could do it every night!?

I had told myself that there was no rush, but I couldn't resist the temptation.? I gave her the key word.? "Dreamtime.? I said gently.? Immediately she fell into a deep sleep.? I shook her.? No response.? I slapped her face.? No response.? My eyes fell to her breasts.? I shouldn't do this, it was too soon.? I couldn't resist.? I reached out and stroked her left breast. It was warm and firm.? I groped her more firmly, finding the nipple and circling it with my thumbnail.? To my delight it started to harden.

I thrust my hand roughly into her crutch.? No response.? I squeezed her twat, feeling the warmth on my hand. No response.? This had gone well beyond my wildest dreams.? I decided that was enough for tonight.? I brought her round gently, telling her that she would remember nothing of her second sleep, it would be like we had just continued talking.

"Would you like a drink?"

"No, I can't thanks Sally, I'm driving."

"Couldn't you just have a small one? for the road?"

"No thanks, I don't like to take any chances, so I never touch it when I'm driving."

"Gosh, that's really responsible.? It's not surprising though, I mean, you are the responsible type aren't you.? Thoughtful too."? She blushed just slightly at this.? It was too good to be true, she not only trusted me completely, she was falling for me into the bargain.? Oh I was going to have fun with this one!

We talked for a bit longer, and then I made my excuses and left.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She said as I left.? She stood at her front door and watched the car until I turned out of sight onto the road.

I couldn't wait for work the next day.? As soon as I got in I looked about for Sally, and soon found her by the coffee machine.? She looked particularly attractive today.? Her skin was flushed, and she looked really happy.?? She was wearing a dark grey jacket and skirt business suit and turquoise blouse.? Her shoulder length hair was tied back into a neat bun.

"Morning!"? I said cheerfully, "How did you sleep last night?"

She positively beamed at me, "Best nights sleep I've had in ages.? I feel so good this morning, I'm like a new woman!? I even got up early, went for a run and then put a load of washing in the machine for later.? I haven't had this much energy in years.? Thanks ever so much Steve."? She looked at me, misty eyed and reached out to stroke my arm.? There was no doubt in my mind now, she was falling for me, big time.

"All part of the service!"? I smiled back.? "Shall I see you for lunch then?"

"Definitely.? I'll come and get you at about twelve - thirty, OK?"

As I turned and walked away, I could feel my cock stiffening at the thought of the fun I was going to have with Sally, and of course, her lovely daughters!

Sally came to my desk at exactly twelve - thirty.? She was keen!

"And how is my hero?? she breathed, "Had a good morning?"

"Not bad." I said, grabbing my jacket.? We talked as we walked out of the office.? I knew exactly where I wanted to go, and gently steered her along as we went.? She seemed perfectly happy to go wherever I wanted, and kept looking at me with adoring eyes as we went along.? I found the room where I wanted us to be.? A small one set aside for private meetings, but often used by staff to eat their lunch quietly.? We went in, sat down and started to eat.? I let her get half way through her sandwiches and then dropped the key word on her.? She fell asleep immediately.? I went straight to work, telling her that she could trust me, that she would always believe what I told her, that she must always tell me the truth.

"Sally, tell me how you feel about me" I said.

She smiled contentedly.? "You've swept me off my feet!" She grinned.? "I love being with you, you make me feel so special. I could fall head over heels for you."

"I want you to fall in love with me Sally.? I want you to be thinking of me all the time.? You will want to make me happy, and will do anything to please me.? That is what you want to do.? Do you understand?"

She did of course.? She was programmed now.? Mine to enjoy.? A few more days of this and I could do anything I wanted to her.? I decided to try out her programming.

"Sally, what colour knickers do you have on today?"

Without hesitation she replied "Light blue."

"I'd really like to see them Sally, it would make me really happy.? Would you like to show them to me?"

"Yes, of course."? She said.? "Shall I do it now?"

"That would be very nice."

She started to ease her skirt up her thighs, and I had another surprise.? She was wearing stockings!? No suspenders.? Must be those with elastic tops I thought.? I sat back in my chair, and watched as she continued to wriggle, lifting her skirt higher.? Finally she had the hem up to her hips, and then slouched down in her chair, giving me a perfect view of her powder blue knickers.

"I'd love it if you opened your legs for me."

Her legs parted at once.? I could see the outline of her pussy lips and the shape of her mound.

"Just stay like that for me for a moment."

I knelt down between her thighs, put my nose to the gusset of her knickers and inhaled.? I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my nose.? Her scent was warm and musty.? I wanted to take her here and now, but I knew that this could be too much too soon.? I contented myself with a last sniff and look at her box, and then said, "That was lovely Sally.? I want you to cover up now.? In a moment I will wake you.? You wont remember being asleep, and you'll carry on the conversation as normal, but you will know that you have made me happy, that you have pleased me, and this will make you feel very happy too."

She stood up and smoothed her skirt back into place.? Then I woke her up.? She continued to talk for a few moments, and then something inside her mind clicked.? She smiled a radiant smile at me and said "Is everything ok?"

"Everything's fine."? I smiled at her.

She looked grateful!? Another beaming smile.? We carried on our conversation, about nothing in particular, eating as we did so, and then started to get ready to go back to work. ?Just before we left our little private room she turned to me.

"Thanks again Steve.? If there's anything I can do for you just let me know.? and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.? Oh there's plenty you can, and will do for me, I thought!

The next few days continued in the same vein.? We would go somewhere private for our lunch together; I would put her under and tell her how much she loved me, firmly planting the idea in her sub-conscious brain.? I would always take the opportunity to have some fun with her.? I would have her opening her blouse to show me her bra, or lifting her skirt to let me see her knickers.? By Friday she was mine completely.? Once under she would do anything, tell me anything.? Once awake again, she would look at me with besotted eyes.

As we were leaving work at the end of the afternoon she seemed nervous.? As we reached her car, she seemed reluctant to part for the weekend, and was on the verge of saying something.? I decided to push her along, guessing that she didn?t want to be apart from me.

?Have a good weekend, Sally.? I?ll see you Monday.?? And I leant over and gave her a small peck on the cheek.? As I did so, she leaned in to me and put her arm around my waist.

?Wait, Steve.? What are you doing this weekend, I mean, are you doing anything in particular??

?No.? Nothing much, just the usual, you know.?

?No, I don?t.? What are you doing??

?Oh, just some washing and ironing.? The flat needs a bit of a clean, and I?ll probably have to go to the supermarket to stock up for the week.? I can?t live on frozen pizza all the time, can I??

?I?ve got an idea.? Stop me if you?d rather be doing something else. But why don?t you come over for a meal tonight?? The girls are off to their father?s for the weekend, so I?ll be on my own too.? I thought it might be nice to relax together, have a drink maybe?? I?m sure it would make a change to washing and ironing!?

?That sounds really nice, Sally, and I?d really like to, but I?ve got to get my washing done ? I?m running out of clothes!? And besides, the launderette is hell on earth on a Saturday.?

?Oh! You don?t have to use those horrible places do you?? Why don?t you just bring it all over to my place, and then you can do your washing while we chill out??? She smiled a seductive smile.

I decided to put her out of her misery.? ?Are you sure it?s ok?? I mean, you don?t mind??

?Absolutely!? Come over at about seven thirty, the girls will have gone by then.?

?Fine.? I?ll see you then.?

She continued to beam her smile at me as I left to find my own car.? Success!? She was all mine now. No interruptions for the whole night.? My cock was getting stiff at the thought of what I could do to her tonight.

I went home, showered, shaved and put a load into the washing machine.? I had deliberately spun her a line about having to use a launderette.? I thought I?d add a little sympathy to her already spinning emotions!

I arrived at her house at about seven forty-five.? I was deliberately late for two reasons, firstly, I didn?t want to take the chance of meeting her ex, and the daughters, (that would come later!).? Secondly, I wanted her to be a little nervous.? I could see at once that my plan had worked.? As she opened the door, she looked flushed with pleasure to see me.

?Oh! hi.? I thought you weren?t coming!?

?Yes, sorry. Traffic.?? I said simply.

She looked around.? ?Where is all this washing then??

?Oh, don?t worry about that, really.? I?ll do it tomorrow or Sunday.? What shall we eat then??

?I really wouldn?t mind you bringing your washing here you know.?? She said seriously.? ?After all you?ve done for me, it would be the least I could do.? You don?t have to stand on male pride you know.?

?Well, ok, thanks.? Maybe next time hey?? Now lets eat, I?m famished!?

She took hold of my hand and led me into the dining room.? A small table was set for two, and the warm smell of cooking was coming from the kitchen.

?Something smells good, what are we having??

?Pate to start, sirloin steak for main course, and my speciality for desert.? She announced proudly.? She had really gone to town for this.? My favourites for the meal, a really nice, and very expensive, bottle of red had been opened; lights were down, soft music playing.? The works!

Sally looked sensational.? A burgundy-coloured top with thin delicate shoulder straps emphasised the elegant curve of her neck and the swell of her firm breasts.? There was no chance she was wearing a bra underneath, and I thought I could make out the shape of her nipples under the thin fabric.? A cream coloured sarong complimented her top, and gave tantalising glimpses of skin as she moved about.? Her hair had been skilfully tied up, and delicate and subtle make up had been applied.? There was no doubt that she was going for it tonight!

?You look good enough to eat, never mind the food!? I said.? She looked delighted at this, as if it was her plan, which was working.

?Well thank you.?, she said, smiling.? ?It?s nice to be noticed.? Why don?t you pour us both a drink?? You are going to drink tonight aren?t you.?? She sounded anxious.

?You bet!? I can always get a taxi back? I was playing with her emotions.? She looked up sharply at this.

?Or you could stay.?? She said quickly.? I looked startled.

?There?s always the guest room.?? She laughed.? As she did so she came over to me and took the glass of wine I was offering.? She let her fingers brush against mine as she did so, and looked at me from under her lashes.? She was undoubtedly doing her best to seduce me.? I thought I would burst out laughing at any minute.

I moved closer to her.? I could smell her scent, faint and delicate.? She mirrored my movements, coming closer still.? We were inches apart.

?Aren?t you worried about what the neighbours might say?? I joked, and she started to laugh.? She leant into me as she did so, resting her hand on my chest and looking longingly into my eyes.? Her laughter faded, and then we kissed.? Her lips were warm, and parted to allow my tongue to slip between them.? I felt her breathing increase and she pressed into me, returning my kisses hungrily.? Her body was pressing against mine.? I was filled by the warmth and smell of her.

After a few moments we parted. She looked at me and smiled.? Her hand slipped down my arm and took hold of my hand.

?Why don?t we eat now?? she breathed.? I nodded my agreement.? My God! she was going to be good.

We made small talk throughout the meal, which was delicious.? All the way through she was mirroring me.? Drinking when I drank, leaning forward when I did, the whole package.? She was definitely making her play.? Well, she thought it was her play!

After we had finished eating I offered to do the washing up, but she wouldn?t hear of it.

?Leave it Steve, let?s go and make ourselves comfortable shall we??? She took my hand and led me into the living room.? More soft lights and gentle music.? She moved gracefully over to a drinks cabinet and poured us both a large scotch, then she sat on one of the large sofas and motioned for me to join her.

I sat next to her and she immediately moved closer to me.? I could smell her scent; her body was warm where it touched mine.

More small talk.? She kept looking at me over the rim of her glass, flashing her beautiful blue eyes at me.? She leaned over and took my glass, putting it on the coffee table with her own.? Then she leaned over and kissed me again.? The wine we?d had with the meal seemed to have relaxed her.? She stroked my face as we kissed.? I began to stroke hers, then moved my hand to stroke the sweep of her slender neck.? Her kisses became more passionate and I moved my hand lower until I was stroking her shoulder and the top of her arm.? I could feel her breathing becoming more and more shallow as she became more aroused.

I let my hand shift until I was gently caressing the swell of her right breast.? I felt the nipple start to harden, and gently ran my thumb over it.? Sally sighed contentedly.? Her hand was now stroking my chest.? She slipped her fingers through my shirt and began to stroke my skin.? I could feel my cock stiff in my trousers.

After a few minutes she broke the kiss.? She stood up, taking hold of my hand as she did so, and motioned for me to stand too.? Then she kissed me again and breathed into my ear ?Why don?t we go upstairs??? I smiled at her and nodded.?

We climbed the stairs hand in hand, and I let her lead me to her bedroom.? The lights were off, and I moved to switch on a lamp.? She stopped me.

?No, please Steve, leave the lights off.?

?Why?? I asked.

She moved close to me and put her arms around me, reaching up my back.? Then she looked at me again from under her lashes, a little girl look that I already found attractive,? ?Would you believe it if I told you I was shy??? she said.? My cock twitched.

?Whatever you say, love.?? I murmured into her ear.

Even in the darkness of the room I could see her relax at this.? I had no need to force the issue, with a simple word I could have her dancing around the room naked if I wanted!

She stood back from me and removed her top, then quickly shed her sarong.? I wasted no time in losing my own clothes, and we made our way to the bed.? We lay side-by-side kissing.? She ran her hands over my back and chest.? I began to fondle her breasts.? They were firm and her nipples quickly began to harden under my touch.? Then I ran my hand down her back and began to caress the cheeks of her bum.? She still had her knickers on, and I slipped my hand inside savouring the warmth and smoothness of her skin.? I gently rolled her onto her back and slipped my hand between her legs and began to stroke the smooth skin of her inner thighs.? She sighed contentedly and began to plant small kisses on my face, my neck, my shoulders.

I let my hand travel up her thigh until I could feel the fabric of her underwear against my thumb.? Then I began to stroke the tip of my thumb along her crack.? She groaned out loud at this and opened her legs further to allow me access.? I could feel her clit starting to harden and I gently started to stoke her mound with my fingers, she whimpered gently at this.? Then I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her knickers and began running them through her pubic bush.

I let my fingers linger at the top of her slit, and then gently ran a fingertip along the entire length of her slit.? She moaned and I could clearly feel moisture on my finger.? Then I slowly slipped a finger between her lips.? I could feel her holding her breath for a moment, then I raised my fingertip until I found her clit.? I began to circle the tip with my finger.? She stiffened and I felt her grasp hold of me. She gasped again as I began to stroke her little button more firmly, and then she clamped her thighs together on my hand and I felt her orgasm spasm through her.? As her climax subsided her breath was coming in ragged gasps, she leaned into me and held on tightly.

?Are you ok Sally??? I asked.

?Yes.? She sobbed.? ?No one?s ever done that for me before.?

?You?re kidding??

?No.? Honestly.? Oh God! that was fantastic.?? And she snuggled down into me.

This was getting too good to be true!? She was already in love with me, thought I was the perfect gentleman.? Now she thought two minutes fiddling with her clit made me the best lover she?d ever had!

Her hand started to stroke my thigh, and quickly made its way up to my ball sack.? Her fingers were gentle and skilful, and I was quickly at full mast.? Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to wank me up and down.? I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feelings.? It had been a long time since I?d had a woman.

Then she turned, and I felt her taking off her knickers.? She pulled me towards her and began to kiss and stroke me again.? I climbed between her legs, which she parted at once, and positioned the tip of my glans between her warm, wet lips.

I started to push into her, savouring the warmth of her tunnel as I did so.? I could feel her breathing quickening again as I entered her.? Then I was in up to the hilt.? I moved my hips around, grinding my pubic bone into hers, stimulating her clit again.

?Oh Steve? she gasped.

I built up a steady rhythm.? I didn?t want to come too soon.? I was enjoying myself!? She was stroking my back with one hand and licking my neck and ear.? Then she reached down with her other hand and began to stroke my balls.? I could feel my climax building.? Finally, I couldn?t hold back any more and I started to spray my cum up inside her.? As the first spurt hit her tunnel she groaned and tensed, she was coming again!

We collapsed together, spent.

After a few moments I rolled onto my back and she immediately cuddled into me.? ?Oh God! that was fantastic.? She cooed.? ?Was it, I mean did you, I mean, did you enjoy it too??? She giggled at this, but there was a note of anxiety in there as well.

?I?m fine.? Absolutely fine!?? I laughed.? She sighed contentedly and snuggled closer.

My mind began to work.? I was desperate to try my ideas out on her.? A few minutes later she got up to go to the bathroom.? When she came back to bed I let her settle in and then hit her with the key word.? She immediately went into a deep trance.? I went to work.

??Before tonight, when was the last time you had sex??

?Two years ago, just before David left me.?

?What was that like??

?It was awful.? He forced me.? I didn?t want to, but he held me down on the bed and tore my clothes away.? Then he took me.? He left me about a week later.?

?And since he left, have you masturbated??

?Yes.?

?How often do you bring yourself off??

?About once a week.?

?Do you always use your vibrator??

?No. Sometimes, I just use my fingers.?

?What is you favourite fantasy when you play with yourself??

?I imagine myself naked in front of a whole load of men.? They can see all of me, and I can?t cover myself up.?

?You like the idea of being naked in front of a group of men?? Do you know these men??

?Some of them, others are strangers.?

?And what happens??

?They make me walk around so they can look at me.? Then some of them touch me as I go past??

?Touch you where, how??

?They touch my boobs and my bottom.?

?Then what??

?They keep on touching me, but some of them get rougher and rougher.? They grab hold of my boobs and squeeze them.? Then some of them smack my bottom hard, and laugh at me when I start to cry.?

?What about your pussy.? Do they touch that??

?They make me lie down on a table and open my legs.? They can see between my legs.? They make me spread my legs wide, and then pull my lips apart so they can see inside.? Then I have to walk around again, and some of the men grab hold of me and touch me there.? They push their fingers into me, and rub my button.? When I start to moan they laugh again.? I have to thank each one when he?s finished with me.?

?How do you thank them??

?I have to curtsey and say ?thank you sir??

I had struck gold!? Shy little Sally fantasised about being made to strip and please a crowd of men!? She had obviously had this fantasy for a while.?? It?s well documented of course, that there is a thin line in our psyche between excitement and fear.? Here it was demonstrated for me to see.? Sally was too shy to let me see her naked before we made love, but her secret fantasy was to be naked before a group of men, and abused by them too.? I had another idea.? I told her that when she awoke she would be in a strange room, with a group of men, and stark naked.? She wouldn?t know why she was there or how she got there, but she would have to submit to all their demands instantly.? I told her that she would not recognise me at all, and that each time I spoke to her or touched her she would think I was someone else.? I told her to go and stand in the middle of the bedroom.

Then I counted her awake.

The look on her face was fantastic.? She looked around her, then looked down at herself.? A look of pure horror flashed across her face, and her hands and arms quickly tried to cover up her intimate places.? I was having none of it.

?Get your arms down at once.? You?re here so we can all have a look at you, you know that.?

?Yes sir.?? She murmured.? Fantastic!? She was into fantasy mode, and was acting exactly as she had fantasised in her own mind.

I walked over to her and casually reached out and grabbed both her breasts.? She shuddered and cried out a little ?Oh!?? I mauled her tits, pinching her nipples, squashing them together.? She stood there, head bowed, taking it, a look of abject misery on her pretty face.

?Turn around, I want to see your arse.?? She obeyed instantly.? I caressed her firm buttocks, pinching them occasionally.? Then I pulled her cheeks apart and began to circle her tight little arse-hole with my middle finger.? She gasped when I did this, and I noticed a small tear fall from her eye and roll down her face.? I started to push my finger up her arse.? She cried out ?Ow?, and her breath began to come in ragged sobs.

?Does it hurt??

?Yes sir.?

?Would you like me to stop??

?Yes please sir.?

?Too bad!?? She sobbed again as I pushed my finger past her sphincter and up into her bowels.? I continued to torture her tight hole for a few minutes, then took my finger out, held it in front of her face, and said ?Lick it clean.?? A look of pure disgust came over her, but she took my finger into her mouth and licked and sucked it until it was clean.? Her tears were flowing freely now.? I put her under again.

?Sally, who is the scariest, most horrible man you know??

?My next door neighbour, Richard.? He?s always looking at me like he?s undressing me.? He makes my skin crawl.? He keeps trying to flirt with me, and once, at a new years eve party, he suggested to David that we get into wife swapping.? I hate him.?

?When I wake you, you will be back in the room.? The next man who approaches you will be Richard.? You will have to obey him completely.? Do you understand??

?Yes.?

I stood a few feet behind her, and woke her again.? She looked around her, and wiped her tears from her face with the back of her hands.? She was trying to compose herself in the middle of this living nightmare.? It was about to get worse for her.

?Well, fancy seeing you here!? I said loudly.? She jumped and looked around at me.? As recognition dawned her horror deepened.? Her face flushed bright red and she shifted from foot to foot in her embarrassment and misery.

?Aren?t you going to say hello to me then??

?No, Richard, please don?t.?

?Please don?t what??

?Please don?t look at me.? Please Richard.?

?Well, everyone else is getting a good look, why can?t I??

She started to sob.? Huge tears fell from her eyes, her face a picture of misery.

?Turn around.? I want to have a really good look at you for starters.?

With obvious reluctance, she slowly turned to face me.? Her arms twitched as if she wanted to bring them up to cover herself, but she couldn?t.? She looked away as I scrutinised her body, unable to face her tormentor.

Again I mauled her tits.? Her face screwed up in misery as I did so.

?You think you?re so much better than the rest of us don?t you?? Never wanted to be friendly with me did you?? Now look at you, entertainment for the gentlemen!?

I thrust my hand between her legs.? I thought she was going to collapse!? I roughly fingered her pussy, pushing my fingers into her.? I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, watching the contortions of her face as I did so.

?Lie down on the floor and spread ?em.?

Still wiping tears from her face, she sat on the floor, then lay back, and then began to open her legs.

?Wider.??

She was crying now.

?Get them wide apart.? I?m going to fuck you.? Then I?m going to tell all the men in the area what a great shag you are.? Would you like that Sally??

?Please Richard, don?t do this.? Please let me go.? I won?t tell anyone, I promise.? Please Richard.?

?No deal.? Get those legs apart.? I want you to make sure you are nice and wet for me.? Play with your pussy until it?s wet.? Do it for me now.?

More sobs, but her hand slowly made its? way down to her pussy, and she began to stroke her pussy lips.? She slipped a finger between her lips and began to stroke her clit.? Her eyes widened in surprise when she found herself to be wet.? She couldn?t remember our coupling just 30 or so minutes ago.

?I see you?re already nice and wet.? I think you must fancy me.? That?s why you?re here, isn?t it?? You knew I?d be here, and you wanted to have my meat inside you.? You could have just come over and asked me to fuck you Sally.? I?d give you one any time.? Now just for being a silly girl, I want you to ask me to fuck you, and make it nice and sincere.?

The words stuck in her throat.? It was the last thing she wanted to do, but of course, she had no choice at all.

?Richard, would you fuck me please.? I?d really like you to.? I?m all wet and ready for you.? Please Richard.?? More sobs.? She really was having a miserable time, poor girl!

?Right then.? Brace yourself.?

I knelt down between her legs.? She looked away.

?No, don?t look away.? Look at it.? I want you to watch as I push my cock into your hot little fanny.?

She looked down and began to whimper as I positioned my cock at her entrance and slowly pushed in.? I stared to fuck her vigorously.? Her tits bounced up and down, I could hear the slapping sound as my belly came into contact with her arse.

?You?re enjoying this aren?t you?? I?m going to shoot my load into you in a minute you toffee nosed bitch.? How does that feel??

She was crying almost hysterically now.? I felt myself building and then I shot into her.? She recoiled in disgust as she felt the first spurts hit her cervix.? Then I collapsed on top of her.

I rolled off her and stood up.? She looked magnificent.? Tear stained, disgusted with herself and thoroughly miserable.

?Well, what do you say then??

She slowly stood up, dropped a brief curtsey and murmured ?Thank you sir?.

I put her under again, and told her that the last 45 minutes hadn?t happened.? She would forget all about it, forever.? When she woke up she would be in bed with me.? We had just made love and it had been wonderful.? Then I told her to go to the bathroom and wash her face.? She padded off.? I got back into bed and waited for her.? I counted her down and she woke up.

?Are you asleep??? I whispered.

?Not yet.? She said sleepily.

?Are you ok??

?I?m fine.? She said.? ?I haven?t been this happy in years.?

The same thought occurred to me!

I awoke the following morning to the sound of Sally humming contentedly to herself downstairs. I took stock. By any standards, this was a success. Sally not only trusted me, she was falling in love with me. I could switch her on or off anytime I wanted.? I could make her believe anything, and do anything I imagined. Poor little Sally knew nothing of this, of course, which was just as well really. If she had the slightest idea of just how fertile my imagination could be she'd have a total breakdown!

Sally appeared a few moments later with a breakfast tray. Coffee, toast, fruit juice, bacon, sausage, eggs, the works.

"Good morning, lover!" she beamed.

"Hi, good morning." I tried to sound sleepy, as if I had just woken, rather than spent the last few minutes assessing the possibilities for my new toy.

"What have I done to deserve this?" I smiled at her.

"As if you didn't know!"

"No, really."

"Steve, last night was really special for me. I'm so glad you decided to stay."

"It was really good for me too, but I didn't expect all this as well. This is brilliant!"

She looked absolutely delighted at this. Clearly, anything that made me happy, made her happy.

"What would you like to do today?" she asked as she sat down next to me on the bed and started pouring out coffee and dishing up food onto a plate.

"No idea. Anything you want to do?"

"Nothing in particular. I thought it would be nice to spend some time together. Would that be ok with you?"

"Yeah, fine. What time are the girls getting back?"

"Oh, not 'til about five this afternoon. Why don't you stay 'til then and you could met them? They'll just love you, I know"

I felt my cock twitch. They'd love me all right. I'd see to it! I had to rein myself in. I didn't want to go too far too soon, and besides, her ex would be bringing them back. Better to wait until I got them alone. That way, the ex would be presented with a fete accompli.

"Sorry, Sally. I can't. I have to get back and get myself sorted out."

She looked so disappointed, I almost felt sorry for her!? I pushed the breakfast tray aside and reached out for her. She came willingly into my arms. I kissed her deeply, then started to stroke her face. She responded at once.

"I tell you what we could do though." I murmured into her ear, and as I did so I slipped my hand down and inside her bathrobe, finding her firm breast and fondling it.

She giggled shyly, "Steve, really! You're incorrigible."

"I know. But it's your own fault for being so sexy! Why don't you come back to bed, it's not nine yet, we've got hours!"

She flushed a deep shade of red, and giggled, "I can't, not in broad daylight!"

"I wasn't suggesting we do it on the front lawn, love. Draw the curtains if it'll help, just get yourself back in here, quick. Unless you want me to chase you through the house, stark naked!"

"I do believe you would too. OK, just give me a minute to clear these things away."

She cleared the breakfast things away, and then drew the curtains. She moved round to her side of the bed, sat down on it with her back to me, and then quickly slipped off her bathrobe and dived under the covers in one swift movement. The most I had seen of her was her slender back before the duvet swallowed her up.

Then she moved in close to me, her arm across my chest, one shapely leg draped across both of mine. I moved down the bed and turned so that we were face to face. I looked into her eyes and saw a look of utter love and devotion there. I kissed her again, and she returned my passion in equal measure. I stroked and fondled her magnificent breasts, paying particular attention to her hardening nipples. I ducked my head down and took each of them into my mouth, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Then I planted kisses down her belly, pausing at her navel, which I tickled with the tip of my tongue. I continued downwards, planting kisses as I went. At each kiss she would gasp or moan out loud, and then I reached the edge of her pubic bush.

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I started to plant kisses here, and she went completely rigid. I couldn't tell if this was nerves or pleasure. I decide to continue. My tongue found the very top of her slit and as I slid its' tip between her lips her breath escaped in an enormous sigh. It was pleasure then!

I moved my entire body down, until I was completely under the duvet. I moved between her legs, easing them apart as I did so. Then I ran my tongue up first one, then the other inner thigh, feeling her tense and then relax as I did so. She was panting now. Small sighs and moans kept escaping from her lips at every contact. Now I moved towards her pussy. I gently licked along its' entire length, savouring the taste and texture of her lips. I gently put my thumbs on either side of her crack and with gentle pressure I eased the lips apart. Then I gently inserted my tongue between the lips and ran it first down towards her tunnel, and then slowly up until I felt the hard little nub of her clit.

As my tongue touched her sensitive button she grabbed the sheets, moaned and arched her back as if trying to escape the intrusion. I wasn't going to let her go that easily, and moved in closer, so that she would be able to feel my hot breath and unshaved stubble on her most sensitive spot. She clamped her thighs together against my head, but nothing now could stop me from taking her higher.

I put my lips to her clit and began to suck gently. Then I started to torment the head of her clit with my tongue. She bucked and writhed. Her legs clamped tighter, her hands reached down and grabbed my head both pushing and pulling as the sensations ripped through her.

And then she came. First she began to call my name, and then she was wailing "Yes, Oh God Yes, Oh my God". Then she was gasping for breath, sobbing, moaning, still writhing around and pulling my head this way and that. She was experiencing a massive climax, and was totally lost in the sensations.

I waited until her contractions had subsided before I started to come up for air. She was sobbing like a small child. Her face was tear streaked, her eyes swollen as if she had been crying for hours. As I emerged from under the duvet she flung her arm round my neck and hung on like a drowning sailor. Great sobs wracked her body. She had gripped me tightly and buried her head in my neck.

After a couple of minutes her sobs started to subside, but she still clung onto me like a frightened child.

"Are you ok, love?" I asked, sounding the epitome of gentlemanly concern. More sobs!

"I'm sorry Steve, I really am. I can't. I'm so sorry, but I just can't."

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"Can't what? What are you talking about?"

"I can't do the same for you. That was fantastic. The best climax I've ever known, and I know you'd like me to do the same for you, but I can't Steve. I just can't do it. I'm really, really sorry Steve." And she dissolved into sobs again.

"Look, is all this about you thinking I expect you to go down on me because I did it for you? Is that what this is all about?"

Her head, still buried in my neck, nodded briefly. She began to sob again.

"Look, don't worry about that Sal. I don't expect anything from you, and you shouldn't feel obliged to do anything at all, particularly if its' going to make you feel so miserable. We should be enjoying this; both of us. And I'm sure you can find ways of making me enjoy myself. I know you did last night! So no more of this hey? It really doesn't matter. Honestly!"

"Really?" She was looking at me with huge eyes, so innocent looking.

"Really!"

"Oh God! I really don't deserve you at all. Steve, I have to tell you something about me."

"You don't need to explain anything to me, love. I promise!"

"No, but I want to. Please, just listen. When I was married to David he used to force me to do things I didn't want to do. On more than one occasion he held me down and forced himself on me. I got used to that, sort of. He was always on at me to try different things. Once he even suggested anal sex. I told him if he ever forced me to do that I'd wait until he was asleep and knife him! He never mentioned it again. But he did like me to go down on him. At first I would find some excuse, but eventually he would force me to so this as well. Every month, when I had my period, he would make me do that to him. He called it his 'second best'. I used to feel so cheap, so violated. When he,.. I mean when?? well, when he climaxed, he would hold my head and force me to swallow. I would always run to the bathroom and be sick, and he'd just lie there on the bed and laugh. Ever since he left, I can't even think about doing that without feeling sick. And then you come along, and you're so kind and gentle. And you make me feel so good, and do such wonderful things to me, and I can't even make you happy??"

She collapsed again into almost hysterical sobs. I was finding the situation increasingly funny, and was making a special effort not to laugh.

"Listen. You do make me happy. I had a great time last night. And not just the sex, either! The food, the drink, and especially the company were all excellent. Come on now. Let's not dwell on the past. I don't want to push things or anything, but I was beginning to think we might have a future together."

She sat bolt upright at this, reddened eyes staring at me with an almost desperate intensity.

"You mean it? You really mean it? You think we have a future together? I had been hoping, but I thought maybe I was kidding myself. Oh God! Steve, I would love to spend the future with you. Steve, I love you. I'm sorry to sound all girly teenager on you, but I think I have fallen hopelessly in love with you!"

Then she stopped herself, as if she knew she had said too much.

"Oh God! listen to me. You mention the future and here I am practically planning our retirement together. You can ignore all of that if you like. Just put it down to hormones." She looked very sad for a moment.

"I won't ignore it at all. I feel really good about this. I wasn't planning on getting married or anything, just yet. But I would like us to see a lot more of each other. Will that do for now?"

She beamed at me in the now familiar way. "That will do nicely!" She smiled and cuddled back into me. She nuzzled her head into my neck and sighed contentedly. Then she started to plant small, wet kisses on my neck. She gradually made her way up until she was licking my ear lobe. She began to stroke my chest, gradually slipping her hand lower, until it was resting on my hip. Then her kisses became more passionate, and her hand slipped down and began to caress my balls. I groaned out loud as the waves of pleasure radiated out from my bollocks, and I felt my prick stiffening. Then she wrapped her hand round my shaft and began to wank my cock up and down. She ran her fingers over the head, smearing the pre-cum there. I sighed happily.

Then she rolled over, pulling me on top of her as she did so. She reached down, took hold of my shaft, and guided me to the entrance to her tight tunnel. I felt her stiffen as the head began to part her lips, and then I pushed in with my hips and felt her soft folds yield as I penetrated her. She gasped and groaned as more and more of my hot shaft entered her. And then I was building a steady rhythm.

After the events of the previous evening, I had more staying power today. I started to play with gentle little Sally. I changed speed. Thrust into her roughly on some strokes, others were long, slow, deep and gentle. I ran my fingers across her stiff nipples. I reached down and took hold of her shapely arse, pulling the cheeks apart. I took hold of her knees and pushed them as wide as I could, before burying my stiff cock up to the hilt.

I looked at her face. There was a mixture of pleasure and confusion there. She was clearly enjoying the sensations, but was also uneasy at being pushed and pulled around like a piece of meat. What the hell, she'd get used to it soon enough!

With a few more vigorous strokes I felt myself approaching climax. As I came I grabbed hold of her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. Then I was shooting streams of hot, sticky cum into her. I felt her shudder as the first few jets hit home. I collapsed on top of her, gasping and panting for breath, only to hear her murmuring "Oh, my love. Oh I love you Steve."

Afterwards, we lay entwined for several minutes. She was stroking my chest, kissing my neck occasionally. I looked down at her. A sleepy smile played across her pretty face. She looked vulnerable, and this set my twisted mind racing.

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"Sally?"

"Mmmm?"

"Dreamtime."

I checked to make sure she was under. She was deeply asleep.

"Sally, who is the worst person at work? Who do you really hate?"

"Mr. Wilkinson, the section manager. He's really scary. I hate it when I have to speak to him. He makes me feel like a little girl."

"Sally, in a moment I will wake you. You will remember nothing about being asleep. Understand?"

"Yes."

"After I leave today you will shower and then dress as if you are going to work. But you are not going to work today. You have to stay at home. You've made a terrible mistake at work Sally. It's going to cost millions to put right, and it's all your fault. Mr. Wilkinson called earlier to say he needed to speak to you in person, urgently. You know what it's about. It's about your mistake. Mr. Wilkinson hinted that he was coming here to fire you from your job. You can't allow that to happen Sally. You need this job. Without it, you could lose the house, possibly even lose custody of the girls. You cannot afford to lose this job Sally. Do you understand?"

"Yes." There was a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"You will do whatever it takes to keep your job Sally. You will humiliate yourself before Mr. Wilkinson. You will beg him, and if that fails, you will do whatever he demands, just so he will let you keep your job. Understand?"

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"Yes." There was more than a hint now. There was definite panic there.

"When I wake you, you will remember nothing about this until after I have left your house. I will return at exactly twelve o?clock, only when I arrive, you will not recognise me. You will see me as Mr. Wilkinson. Understand?"

"Yes."

I woke her and she looked up at me and smiled.? I made a big display of looking at my watch, and then at the bedside clock, before saying, "Blimey, Sally. Look at the time. I really have to get going. I'm really sorry to kiss and run, but I have a load of stuff to do this weekend. Can I call you later?" I dived out of bed and started pulling on my clothes like a man in a hurry.

She looked shocked at the suddenness of this. "Yes, sure Steve. Is everything alright?"

I gave her my most 'loving' look. "Everything is just fine" I purred. "Never better. I just need to get some things sorted out in the flat, that's all. You don't mind?"

"No." she laughed. "No, I don't mind. Of course, you have things to do."

"Would it be ok if I called you tonight, say about ten?"

"Yes, that would be fine. I mean, I think I could find the time to take your call about that time!"

"Excellent! I'll call you then."

By this time I had finished dressing, and was making my way to the stairs. She had pulled on her dressing gown while my back was turned, and was now following me down the stairs. At the front door, I paused to kiss her long and passionately before opening it and making my way to the car. As I started the engine I could see her peering round the door, with her body hidden behind it. She gave me a last smile and a wave, before I headed off down the drive and away.

Once I got onto the road I pulled over and took a moment to savour the agonies that Sally was going through right now. She was about to be fired for a mistake that not only did she not make, but which didn't even exist! Furthermore, she was now desperate to keep her job, fearing that she might lose her children if she didn't. And to make matters worse, the hated Mr. Wilkinson was coming round to deliver the bad news. Oh, this was going to be the best ?. So far.

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I went back to my flat, showered and shaved, did a few chores and then dressed in a business suit and prepared to return to Sally's house. I imagined what a state she would be in by now, as the scenario I had implanted into her sweet, simple little mind kicked in. I checked my watch, fifteen minutes to go. Just enough time to drive to her house.

I arrived at her road with five minutes to spare. I could feel my cock stiffening at the thought of the fun I was about to have. At exactly twelve o'clock I drove up to the front door of her house, locked my car and rang her doorbell.

Sally opened the door almost at once. She was pale and nervous looking.

"Hello Mr. Wilkinson." She said in a quiet voice.

"Mrs. Jones." I said in a brisk, business like tone. "May I come in?"

"Yes, of course." She said. She was anxious and flustered. As I strode past her into her house she looked around her neighbourhood nervously, clearly worried that someone would see.

I waited for her to close the door, before I walked casually into her living room. I didn't wait for her to invite me in, and left her to follow after me like a naughty little girl.? She padded after me, and then stood silently, waiting for me to speak.

She was wearing a dark grey trouser suit and an ivory coloured silk blouse. Black sensible shoes completed her outfit. Her hair had been tied up in the fashion she always used for work, and she had applied a small amount of make up.

"I suppose you know why I'm here, Mrs. Jones."

"Well, yes, I suppose so." She stammered.

"This error of yours has caused considerable problems for us. It will cost a significant amount of money to put right. I can't say I'm surprised at you, Mrs. Jones. I've often thought your work was shoddy and inferior, and I'm sure you will agree that I have brought these shortcomings to your attention on more than one occasion?"

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Wilkinson." Her voice was barely audible, even in the quiet of her living room. "I can work extra hours to put things right. I will make every effort to make sure nothing like this ever happens again, I promise."

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"I think things have gone too far for that Mrs. Jones. Given the scale of the mess you have created through your incompetence, I think it would be far above your abilities to put this right. I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."

Her face fell; she was a picture of misery and desperation.? "Oh, no! Oh please don't dismiss me Mr. Wilkinson. I love my job, and it makes all the difference to me and my family. I guarantee that nothing like this will ever happen again. Please, Mr. Wilkinson, can't I have just one last chance?"

"I'm sorry. My hands are tied. I've been instructed that you are to be disciplined severely for this mistake, and the only option I have is to dispense with your services." I shrugged, and sighed. "Once upon a time I would have been able to consider other forms of discipline, but in these days of equal rights and employment tribunals I can hardly suggest a more personalised discipline for fear of being sued."

"I wouldn't dream of suing you Mr. Wilkinson. I would be ever so grateful if you could help me. I appreciate you have your orders, but couldn't you just consider an alternative? Please."

"Well, perhaps I could in this case. But it would have to be a discipline of my choosing. To be implemented now, right here. You would have to agree in advance, in writing, to accept this discipline with no recourse to any form of appeal or legal process."

"Oh yes. I'll agree to anything you say Mr. Wilkinson. If it means I can keep my job I'll accept any discipline you see fit." She was stammering, stumbling over her words in her haste to get them out.

"Don't you want to know what form the discipline will take before you agree to it?"

She looked confused. Her eyes pleaded with me to put her out of her misery.

"In the good old days, a silly little girl such as you would have been put over her manager's knee and spanked until her bottom was red. That is what I propose to do to you, Mrs. Jones. That is my proposal. Take it or leave it. It's that or dismissal. What is your answer?"

Her eyes widened with shock as the details of my demands sank in. She looked around frantically, as if searching for a means of escape.? Her face had gone white with horror, I could see small beads of sweat on her forehead, her upper lip.

"Is there no other way I can make amends for this? Please Mr. Wilkinson. I really need to keep my job. Please can the discipline take some other form. Please?"

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"No. Those are my terms. You begged me to reconsider dismissing you. You told me you would accept any discipline I saw fit. Well I see this as a most fitting punishment. However, if you cannot accept this punishment, then you may keep your dignity, whilst of course losing your job. The choice is yours, but I insist that you make that choice now. I don't have all day to waste on you."

I looked at her. Her face, so pale before, was now flushed with colour as her adrenaline raced and her heart quickened. She had no choice, of course. I had programmed her! She would do anything to keep her job.

"I see you are unable to agree to my terms, Mrs Jones. I'll say goodbye then." I started to move towards the front door.

"No! wait. Please."

I halted. "Yes. What is it?"

"I agree. I mean, I accept."

"What exactly do you agree or accept?"

"Your discipline."

"Just so there is no misunderstanding, what discipline are you willing to accept?"

"What you proposed."

"Say it."

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, twisting and knotting her fingers, her face now a deeply embarrassed red.

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"I agree to you spanking me as a punishment for my mistake."? She whispered, her voice trembling with unhappiness.

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"Very well. I require you to sign this agreement, just in case you decide later to complain. You wouldn't be the first."

I took a paper from my inside pocket, which I had prepared earlier. It read

'I accept full responsibility for the mistake, which has caused such inconvenience. I also accept that a mistake of this magnitude would usually result in my dismissal. However, Mr. Wilkinson has kindly agreed to allow me to continue my employment. As an alternative, I give my full consent and agreement to Mr. Wilkinson to discipline me to the extent, and in any manner. He sees fit.'

"Sign it." I ordered.

She read it briefly, and then with a trembling hand she accepted the pen I was holding out to her. Her hands were shaking so much her signature was barely legible. But she did sign it. Then she handed back my pen, avoiding eye contact as she did so. I made a great fuss of putting the pen back into my inside pocket and then neatly folding the agreement and putting that into my jacket too.

"Right then. Let's make a start shall we." I said brightly. She looked up at me with huge, sad eyes.

"I'd like you to remove your trousers first please." I sat down on a sofa, and watched. She was frozen. Immobile.

"Get a move on girl!" I barked.

She jumped. She drew in a ragged breath, and then began to unfasten her trousers. Her fingers fumbled with the catch. Then it was open, and she started to lower the zip.? I just caught a glimpse of her pretty, pink panties before she turned her back to me and began to lower her trousers. She sat down on the sofa opposite me, pushing her trousers down to her knees as she did so. Then she kicked off her shoes, and slowly removed her trousers. A small tear escaped from the corner of her eye and began to trickle down her face.? She folded her trousers slowly, carefully, before placing them on the sofa next to her.

"Stand up."

She stood, tugging at the hem of her jacket as she did so, as if that would protect her modesty! She clasped her hands in front of her, trying to hide her panties from my view.

"Take your jacket off and put it over on that chair." I pointed to a chair on the other side of the room.

Head bowed, she removed the jacket and slowly walked over to the chair. As she did so I had a perfect view of her firm arse as it swayed across the room. She was clearly aware of this too, because she held her jacket behind her as she walked. Then she had to relinquish it. She placed it on the chair, then turned and walked back towards me. Her blouse was far too short to offer her any protection now. I could see the gentle curve of her belly as it curved downwards towards her underwear. Again she had her hands clasped in front of her.

"Hands on head, like the naughty little girl you are."

Her face contorted in shame and misery as she put her hands on her head. I surveyed my toy. With her hands on her head, her breasts were pushed outwards. The hem of her blouse rose, revealing even more of her delicious flesh. Her taught midriff was now on display.

"Over my knee then."

More tears were rolling down her face, but she moved towards me, and then bent over and draped herself across my lap. Her bottom swelled as she settled into position. I let my hand rest on one cheek. She made a choking noise.

I started to stroke her bottom cheeks. First one, then the other. She started to move around, trying to escape the unwanted attention.

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"Keep still, girl." She froze.

After a minute or two caressing her bottom, I hooked my thumb into the waistband of her panties and pulled the elastic tight. Then I deliberately peered down, enjoying the view of her sweet arse. She could feel my breath as I drew closer to her and she groaned in misery.

"Now, let's see what we have here shall we?" I asked no one in particular. I began to pull her panties down. Slowly. Easing them lower. Her naked arse was now on full display to me. I pulled them down until they were gathered at her knees. Then I made her bend her legs so that I could remove them completely.

I put the gusset to my face and inhaled. The smell of a very distressed woman! She turned to look up at me and was appalled to see that I was smelling her intimate garments. Her head dropped back down and she sobbed again.

I stroked her bare arse, relishing her embarrassment and discomfort. Then I raised my hand and brought it down on her cheeks with a smart crack.

She bucked and cried out. One hand flew back and tried to cover her behind.

"Be still, you silly little girl. Get your hands away, and stop behaving like a stupid child."

She dropped her hand.

"I'm going to give you twenty smacks, Mrs. Jones, and you will count each one out loud. If you don't call out the number, it won't count. Do you understand?"

She was crying openly now.

"Yes." She sobbed.

I began to really enjoy myself now. I rained smacks onto her bare arse, and after each one she called out the number through her tears. Sometimes I gave the strokes in quick succession; sometimes I would stroke her reddening cheeks, feeling the heat build, before applying more punishment.

By the time we reached nineteen her cheeks were a bright red and she was almost unable to call out she was sobbing so hard.

I stroked her cheeks again. She had long since stopped trying to move away from my hands. All resistance had left her, to be replaced with sheer humiliation and misery.? I took hold of a cheek in each hand and began to knead them. Then I pulled them apart and leaned over to inspect her tight little hole. She raised one, final objection to this, but I quickly extinguished it.

"Shut up and be still, or I'll give you another twenty."

She made no further objection as I continued to examine her arse hole. Then I pulled her thighs apart and inspected her pussy lips. I slipped my fingers down between her legs, running the tip of my middle finger along her slit. Still she didn't move.

I put both hands there and pulled her pussy lips apart. Her pink inner lips were exposed for me to see. I pushed my finger between them. She groaned and then sobbed, but didn't move. I found the entrance to her tunnel, and pushed a finger in there. She was completely dry, and so I had to struggle to force it up there. She moaned again and wriggled around in discomfort.

Then I ran my finger down to her clit. I began to rub this, feeling her shudder as I did so. To my delight, it began to stiffen. I continued to torment and tickle her little button. Then I gave her tunnel another feel. This time, there were the beginnings of moisture there.

"Well, what do we have here? It seems you are beginning to like my attentions, Mrs. Jones."

Her sobbing became louder still.

"Right, stand up."

She got to her feet slowly, and stood rubbing her burning backside. I took the opportunity to have a good look at her dark brown bush. When she noticed this, she covered it up with both hands and let out an embarrassed squawk.

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"I think I'd like to see the rest now, Mrs. Jones. Take your blouse off please."

"What?"

"I said, 'take your blouse off please'"

"You didn't say anything about that. I can't. I won't. This has gone too far." She looked a mess. Her eyes were red and tears had run down her face, which was red and swollen.

"Mrs. Jones, you have signed an agreement stating that you consent to me disciplining you as I see fit. If you renege on that agreement now, I will leave, and you will be out of a job. Now take off your blouse."

"You can't do that. I'll go to the police."

"And tell them what? That you agreed to let me spank you in return for not firing you? I hardly think you'll do that. And in any case, I shall simply deny it, and insist that you offered me sexual favours in exchange for your job. I shall say that I refused, and your allegations will look ridiculous. Now, are you going to remove that blouse, or am I going to leave?"

Her shoulders dropped. She was completely defeated. Her shaking fingers reached for the top button of her blouse and fumbled with it until it opened. Then the next. And the next. The swell of her breasts came into view, encased in a simple white bra. She reached the final button, opened it and then paused. Her bottom lip began to quiver, and her tears flowed again. Then she took off her blouse and stood dejectedly.

"And the bra."

Without further argument, she reached behind her, unfastened her bra and let it slip to the floor. She stood there, stark naked, arms hung limply at her side. I took in the view. I had seen it all before of course. But she didn't know that! As far as she was aware, she was being scrutinised by an arrogant bully who was exploiting her desperate position!

I stood up and went over to her. I walked around her, examining each part of her carefully. I stroked her still burning bottom. I groped her firm breasts, pinching the nipples, which made her cry out. Then I ran my fingers through her pubic bush. She hung her head in shame and humiliation. I slipped a finger between her legs and stroked and teased her pussy lips.

"Lie down on the floor and open your legs."

More tears. More sobs. She did as she was told.? I looked down at her, as she lay in front of me, legs splayed.? I dropped my trousers, revealing my stiff cock. Then I knelt between her open legs, and settled myself on top of her. I positioned my glans at the entrance to her tunnel and began to ease my way in. Her face screwed up in misery as I did so, but her body betrayed her, my cock's progress up her cunt was being eased by her juices.

I started to fuck her vigorously. I grabbed her tits, squeezing them, pushing them together, pinching and sucking her nipples. After a few minutes I withdrew. She looked at me quizzically, knowing that I had not yet climaxed. I moved to sit astride her, and let my cock rest between her tits.

"Squeeze them together while I fuck your tits." I ordered.

Her face registered her disgust, but she complied. I savoured the warm, smooth skin of her tits as I moved back and forth between them. I continued to torment her nipples as I did so. Then I moved and sat back in the sofa. She looked at me again.

"Get over here. You are going to suck me until I come in your mouth."

"No, please. Please. I can't do that. Oh God! please don't make me do that."

"I'm waiting."

"Oh please Mr. Wilkinson. Please. I'm begging you. Please don't make me."

"Very well. I shall have to be going."

She was crying again. Tears flowing freely. Then she was getting wearily to her knees, and moving towards me. She positioned herself between my legs, and with the utmost reluctance, moved closer to my now aching cock. She took hold of it with thumb and forefinger of one hand, and began to lower her mouth onto my cock.

She closed her eyes as her lips closed on my glans. Her face was a picture of disgust. She started to bob her head up and down.

"Suck it harder."

She sucked hard on my cock and continued to bob her head up and down. I could feel myself growing close.

"I'm going to cum in a moment. You will swallow all of it." Her face registered further misery.

As I started to cum I reached out and grabbed hold of her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. She tried to pull back, but then I started to shoot into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide with shock as the first spurts hit the back of her throat. She tried again to pull away, but I was holding her too firmly. She was forced to swallow my load as I continued to shoot into her mouth.

I held onto her head long after I had finished cuming, making sure that she swallowed everything I had dumped into her. When I was sure she had done so, I let her go. She was trying to struggle to her feet, and she looked as if she would be sick at any minute. I had one final humiliation for her.

"Where are you going to?"

"I need to be sick."

"We haven't finished yet."

"What?" She looked appalled.

"I only gave you nineteen smacks. I said you were to receive twenty. I want you to present your bare arse to me for the final one. Do it now."

She was totally defeated. As I stood up and fastened my trousers, she bent at the waist, put her hands on her knees, and braced herself for her final punishment. I swung my arm and smacked her as hard as I possibly could across both cheeks. She shrieked with pain and then fell to her knees, rubbing her stinging arse.

"Is that it? Is it over now, please?"

"Yes, that's it. And you will be pleased to know that I consider you to be properly punished for your error. I shall see you at work on Monday."

And with that I made to leave. Before she could get to her feet I hit her with the key word and gave her fresh instructions.? Once I had left she was to have another shower. Then behave as if nothing had happened. She would remember nothing about this afternoon, believing that she had spent it watching TV at home. If her bottom was a little tender, this was because she had slipped in the bathroom and fallen on her arse. Then I decided to move on to the next phase.

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"When your children come home you will want to tell them all about me. You will want them to meet me, and will encourage them to like me. You will tell them that I am the most kind and considerate man you have ever met. You will assure them that you, and they, can trust me completely. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I looked again at the photographs on the living room wall. The two cute little girls, all innocent smiles. I was going to enjoy corrupting them.

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"Sally, I am leaving now. Once you hear the front door close, you will count to twenty, before waking up. You will not pay any attention to the fact that you are naked. You will then gather up your clothes, go upstairs and do as I have instructed."

I had one last look at her as she lay on the floor. Her arse still red from the spanking, her eyes still red from all the tears she had shed. Result!

As I left I made sure to slam the door behind me, triggering her wake up. My mind was already planning how I would violate her lovely daughters. It was only a matter of time!

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