A Study in Shame (9 page)

He gave me another slap, making me wince as my bruises reacted, but I didn’t want him to stop. Another and I bent down to rest my hands on my knees, making my position still more vulnerable and exposed, in the same rude position I’d once been made to hold to take the cane. He came close, to take me around my waist, holding me in place as he continued to spank me, his huge hand cupping almost my entire bottom as he laid in the smacks. I began to gasp and whimper, unable to hold back, and suddenly I was lifted clear of the ground and tucked under his arm.

My legs were kicking as he began to spank me in earnest. I was now utterly helpless, with the smacks of his palm on my flesh and my squeals of pain loud in the tiny office. It hurt like anything, and I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care about that, only that a really big man was holding me up so easily and spanking my bare bottom. By the time he’d given me a couple of dozen smacks I was his, and he knew it. He dumped me on the couch, pulled out his cock and stuck it in my mouth. I sucked eagerly, desperate to get him hard and quickly successful.

I was rolled up and fucked, on my back with my legs around my ears and my smacked bottom thrust out as he pumped into me. It was far, far too long since I’d had a man’s cock inside me and I went wild, clutching onto him and begging him to fuck me harder. He obliged, but stayed cool, handling me like a rag doll as he used me in different positions to get his full pleasure out of my body. First it was rolled up, then on my knees to take him from behind, and lifted onto his cock with one massive hand under my freshly smacked bottom, and straddled across his legs on the couch, then bending over, back in caning position with his hands clutching my hips as he thrust deep into me, faster and faster until at what must have been the last possible moment he whipped his cock free to spray come all over my upturned bottom cheeks.

That was only the start. My fucking left me in a state of drowsy pleasure, but I hadn’t come and I knew my climax would be all the better for a little delay. We were also in danger of being late for lunch, which Magnus had booked at one of the good-quality restaurants that served the business district. He supplied their spirits, and as we ate he explained how his business worked, importing and distributing expensive brandies and whiskies, not only in London, but also in the US and Chinese markets. His clients included my own company, but I wasn’t worried by the connection. However satisfyingly rude his behaviour in private, Magnus had all the credentials he needed to make him a suitable associate for me. Not even Mr Scott could have complained.

By the time we’d topped off the meal with a large glass of ancient Cognac, I was wondering if I dared take Magnus up to my flat. After being had on or over an assortment of couches and tables, I was beginning to feel that I deserved to be bedded properly, but, even with the elderly security guard who manned the doors on Sundays the only person likely to see us, I knew that the grapevine would soon be buzzing.

As we left the restaurant, I took hold of Magnus’s hand and gave it a meaningful squeeze. ‘I suppose you’re going to take advantage of me now? At your place, preferably.’

‘Yes, why not? I could lure you back to my house on the pretext of making you coffee, then seduce you.’

‘That would be nice, and I bet you’d make me do all sorts of beastly things before you let me go?’

‘I’d expect to get full value out of you, certainly. Who wouldn’t?’

‘I bet you’d even refuse to take me home unless I promised to suck you off in return for the lift? Men are such pigs that way.’

He nodded thoughtfully and I found myself with a happy smile on my face as we walked on. His car was parked in a narrow alley beside his warehouse, a big black thing with leather-upholstered seats that simply invited misbehaviour. It was also parked facing down the alley, which ended in a pair of securely locked gates and a high brick wall. He’d touched on one of my favourite fantasies and I didn’t want to wait.

‘You could always make me pay for my lift right now.’

‘I could, and then I could be a real bastard by making you do it again later.’

‘Yes, please. That’s the way to treat me, and you don’t need to be polite to me while I’m doing it either.’

He didn’t need any further encouragement, but eased his zip down to pull out the full mass of his cock and balls. ‘Right then, get your mouth around that, or you’re going nowhere.’

‘You pig! Take me home, right now!’

‘Shut up and suck my cock.’

He’d taken me by the hair, pulling me down into his lap and rubbing my face against his cock and balls. I pretended to resist, but only for a second before my mouth had come wide to take in his lovely thick shaft. He kept his grip in my hair, moving my head up and down to fuck between my lips. I spread my thighs, inviting him to play with my cunt, and spoke again as soon as he let me up for air. ‘I suppose you’re going to want to molest me too, you bastard? I suppose you’re going to make me get my tits out, and finger me, or touch my bottom up?’

‘Yes. Get your dress up, you little bitch, let’s see what you’ve got.’

I’d never have dared if I hadn’t been so drunk and so horny, but nobody could possibly see us unless they came down the alley and peered in at the car windows. I tugged off my bra, my dress came up and, in a sudden fit of daring, right off, leaving me in the nude but for my heels.

He approved. ‘That’s good. I like you stripped. Now get back down on my cock.’

I went, taking him in once more and playing with his balls as I sucked. His arm came around and under me, to cup my bottom. I stuck it out, eager for his touch, gasping on my mouthful as one big finger slid in up my cunt. He was now hard, his cock a massive column of pale flesh sticking out from his open trousers, so wonderfully virile I couldn’t imagine anybody not wanting to suck it. I certainly couldn’t resist, too weak to stop myself and keen to make my experience more shameful still as I briefly turned my attention to his balls, licking them as I masturbated him.

‘I suppose you’re going to do it in my mouth and make me swallow?’

‘I’ll do it where I like. Now shut up and suck.’

As he spoke he let his finger slip from my cunt, back a little, to push at the tight dimple of my anus. There was no mistaking the implication, that he’d like to put his cock up my bottom, not that I’d be able to take him, not easily, but it was a deliciously dirty thought. I stuck it out further still, now masturbating his cock towards my face as he teased my anus slowly open.

‘No, not up there, Magnus, not up my bottom. You’re too big, much too big …’

I broke off with a gasp. He’d come, his cock erupting full in my face and soiling my hair, then in my mouth as I took him back in long enough to take what he had left and swallow before rolling over to spread my thighs, my fingers snatching for my cunt as I arched my back, showing off what he’d done in my face as I began to masturbate with his finger still well in up my bottom. It was perfect, nude in his car, my face and hair soiled with spunk, rubbing my dirty little cunt because I’m too much of a slut to control myself, already on the edge of orgasm, only for my ecstasy to break to the sound of my phone.

‘Not now!’

He’d begun to play with my breasts, and ignored the phone, but I couldn’t, my pleasure fading rapidly as it continued to ring.

‘Oh, hell! I’m going to have to answer that, Magnus.’

‘You just stay where you are.’

I found myself smiling as he extracted my phone from my bag. It was exactly the right way to treat me, to make me answer my phone while on my back with my legs apart, although he had at least been enough of a gentleman to take his finger out of my bottom hole, which was a pity. A glance at the phone showed that it was Mr Scott.

‘Sir?’

‘Ah, Miss Salisbury. Are you busy?’

I knew the answer to that one, but I had to put up some resistance. ‘A little, not especially.’

‘I need somebody to witness a document, several documents. Would you mind popping upstairs?’

‘I’m, um … not in the building at present, sir, but I’ll come right away.’

I cut the connection, cursing softly as I pulled myself up in the seat. ‘Damn! That was my boss, Mr Scott. Sorry, but I have to go.’

‘No time to finish?’

‘He’s spoiled the moment.’

‘I understand. Shall I wait for you?’

Yes … no. I’ll call you if I can get away, but I don’t know how long I’ll be.’

***

I was four hours, mainly because the documents related to the interminable divorce Mr Scott was going through with his second wife, a brassy woman who seemed determined to make everything as difficult as possible. She also took every opportunity she could find to put me down, which on this occasion included sending me on an errand to find a particular brand of cigarette. By the time I was finally free, Magnus had given up and gone home. He apologised and asked me out for the Tuesday evening, which was good but did nothing to reduce my frustration.

Mrs Scott’s efforts to make me feel small had failed miserably, however much of my time she’d taken up, because both she and I knew full well that she only did it out of a sense of social inferiority. Besides, I’d found myself a new man, a really worthwhile man, and that would have been enough to shield me from a thousand of her sort. I just needed to come, while I’d also promised myself I’d wait until after my date with Magnus before indulging myself in another punishment from Morrison. Now was the time, and I stripped naked as soon as I was through the door, then flopped down on the bed beside him.

‘I’ve been a bad girl, Morrison.’

He responded with his usual solemn, disapproving stare.

‘I let a man take me out and get me drunk. In fact, I let him fuck me even before I’d had a drink. He did spank me, but I don’t suppose that makes up for it, not really. No? I thought not. Then do you know what he did to me? He made me strip, in his car, and suck his cock in return for a lift. And he put his finger up my bottom, and I didn’t mind. Now that, Morrison, was naughty.’

I could see he agreed. He always did.

‘I know, I know. I need to be punished. How about a nice long spanking, like the one old Mrs Forbes gave me, over the knee and in the nude, or maybe dressed but with my skirt turned up and my panties pulled down to really make me feel my exposure. No? You want to fuck me? OK, if you think that’s more appropriate, and maybe it’s for the best, with my poor bottom so bruised. What, you want to fuck my bottom!? No, that’s not fair, Morrison, not up my bottom!’

His cold hard eyes told me all that I needed to know. I bit my lip, imagining how I’d feel with a dildo driving deep in up my bottom hole. Just to touch the sensitive little star between my bottom cheeks felt delightfully dirty, even when I was washing, never mind what Magnus had done, but to submit to penetration would be stronger by far, about the rudest, most unladylike thing a girl could possibly do, and to be buggered by a bear. I had to do it.

‘Oh all right, you horrible animal, you can do it up my bottom if you have to! I suppose it is the right punishment for what I let Magnus do, but at least have the decency to let me get myself ready.’

I bounced off the bed, happy and horny but still deeply ashamed of myself for what I was about to do. In fact, it was so shameful I needed Morrison to give me my orders.

‘What shall I use then? No toothpaste, please, you know how it stings! Be kind to me, Morrison, because it’s humiliating enough having to get my bottom ready for you as it is, without you wanting to hurt me too. How about olive oil? That would be nice and soothing, but I suppose you’re right. It’ll get everywhere. Butter then? No it’s not an easy option! I’d have to go into the kitchen, just the way I am, in the nude. I’d have to cut a piece of butter and stick it up my bottom to let it melt. And how do you think I’d feel about that, buttering my bottom hole for you? I’d be ever so humiliated.’

It was the right choice. I ran to the kitchen, my fingers shaking with need and with shame as I cut a cube of butter, stuck out my bottom and pressed it between my cheeks. It felt cold on my anal skin and at first it wouldn’t go in, only to squeeze slowly up as my body heat began to melt it, a wonderfully dirty sensation. I was already in a state of bliss as I rubbed the butter well in and pushed a finger deep up my slippery hole, remembering how Magnus had done the same while I sucked on his beautiful cock.

I was wishing he’d taken me home and buggered me, or at least tried, because even allowing a man to attempt to put his cock up my bottom would have been deeply shameful, whether he succeeded or not. He was too big though, but then maybe, with a little practice, I’d be able to accommodate him. The thought of training myself to accept Magnus’s cock up my bottom made me feel hornier still, but I forced myself to take it slowly, drawing out the agony of my own shame as I fixed Morrison into his harness. I’d been going to use the fingers, but I had to at least try the thickest of the dildos, and quickly had it fastened in place.

With Morrison sat against the pillows with his massive black rubber cock sticking up from between his chubby little thighs I crawled onto the bed, my well-buttered bottom stuck high as I took him in my mouth for a suck, licked at his balls and on a sudden shameful impulse kissed where his little furry anus would have been before pulling back.

‘There, Morrison, isn’t that a good way for a girl to say sorry, to kiss your bottom hole for you? Oh no, of course it’s not enough, not nearly enough. Come on then, put me into my cuffs and that horrible head cage and you can bugger me. That will really teach me a lesson.’

I’d got everything ready, and quickly pulled on the cuffs and cage, filling my mouth with one stubby black cock as I prepared to take a second up my bottom. With my wrists cuffed together as before, I got down on all fours to lift Morrison onto my bottom with his monstrous cock resting between my cheeks as I clipped my wrists to his harness. Now I was really going to get it, kneeling and strapped up, my bottom well spread as I reached back to take hold of his cock, pressing the firm rounded head to my slippery, butter-smeared anus.