Destroying Angel (21 page)

‘Do you visit the car park in Greenford often?’ she asked, when a suitable lull occurred in the conversation.

‘When the mood takes me,’ he replied, now without the slightest embarrassment. ‘I freely confess to a passion for the delights of voyeurism, and it is among the best sites. There are several regulars, and an unspoken agreement that we may look if we don’t actually interfere. It is surprising how many men like to show their ladies off, and how many ladies enjoy such attention. For all that, the night you were there was exceptional.’

‘Tell us about some other good ones,’ Susan urged.

‘Certainly, if Paulette has no objection to such a discussion.’

‘None at all,’ Paulette smiled. ‘Go on.’

Susan settled her head more comfortably onto Paulette’s lap as their host chose his story.

‘From the point of view of that particular car park,’ MacNaughton began, ‘your own little adventure was, in truth, the best. One other event does spring to mind though, a fine evening while I was still an undergraduate at Oxford, in the mid-sixties.’

He paused a while and smiled dreamily as he reminisced.

‘It was mid-summer, and myself and a friend had taken a punt up as far as Islip,’ MacNaughton went on, resting his head against the back of his chair. ‘North of the town, the Cherwell runs through open fields with willows on the banks and patches of reed – quite beautiful. It was a warm evening not unlike this one, and we hadn’t seen a soul for an hour or more, when we rounded a bend to find the most entrancing sight. A group of girls were bathing in the river, five in all, some quite naked, some in their panties. They seemed to find our appearance amusing, if anything, and made little effort to protect their modesty. I particularly remember one fine young thing pulling herself up out of the water onto a willow trunk. She had very pale skin and a sweet figure, with her wet panties clinging tight to quite the roundest little bottom. I was entranced, of course, and slowed the punt to watch…’

He drifted away again with his memories.

‘Anyway,’ he suddenly seemed to remember the two girls listening to his tale, ‘as we drew level the girls began to taunt us, not nastily, but so as to suggest that we shouldn’t be looking, even while they were quite clearly showing off. My friend was somewhat bashful and wanted to continue, but one of them noticed we had some bottled beer in the punt and swam out to us. She pulled herself up on the side with her breasts just above the water and asked quite boldly if she could have a beer. My friend said no, rather gruffly in fact, but I told him not to be an ass and gave the girl a bottle. She thanked me and asked if we were enjoying watching them, still in the same cheeky manner that suggested we were somehow guilty of peeping at them, despite their having chosen to bathe naked on their own accord. I admitted I was and, to my amazement, she brazenly offered to masturbate me in return for another beer.’

‘That’s nice,’ Susan broke in dreamily. ‘Why not get your cock out now?’

‘For the simple reason that I intend to spank you both, and that it is highly undignified for a gentleman to have his genitalia hanging out while he chastises a girl.’

Paulette giggled, and Susan made a face of mock disappointment as MacNaughton continued.

‘My friend was something of a prude and was quite horrified, but even at the tender age of nineteen I was not one to turn down such an opportunity. A rather hot discussion followed, which ended with me standing on the bank with the beer while my friend disappeared down the river with his nose in the air. The girl was very businesslike, suggesting a comfortable spot to sit and taking my penis out for me. It was a delicious experience; her sitting beside me quite naked and stroking and cajoling me to an erection.

‘The others were keen to watch and emerged from the river with much giggling. The cheekiest of them started to pose for me as I became fully erect, holding her breasts and sticking her bottom out in a delightfully rude manner. All three of the others still had wet panties on, and the girl masturbating me suggested they take them down. Two did without any fuss, showing me their pussies. The last one was shy and wouldn’t strip, so her friends grabbed her and pulled them down. They made her bend over and showed me her delightful bottom. It was too much for me. I ejaculated, my semen coating the fingers that pumped my penis so delightfully. My orgasm caused a final burst of giggles from the pretty group.

We had no more sex, but I stayed with them for an hour or so before setting off back to Oxford. I didn’t get back until after dark.’

‘I wish I’d been there,’ Susan remarked. ‘I’ll bet your friend was jealous.’

‘Not at all,’ MacNaughton replied. ‘He was something of a prude, and very probably gay to boot. He’s something terribly senior in the civil service these days, so I won’t mention his name. It was an exquisitely erotic experience and gave me not only a lasting taste for voyeurism, but confirmed me in the opinion that, at heart, women are as rude as men.’

‘Ruder,’ Paulette suggested.

‘Possibly, possibly; at least, my young friend of the river bank seemed to think nothing of masturbating a complete stranger in return for a couple of bottles of beer. Nor was she concerned with what her friends thought. Since then, I have found that rivers, and particularly canals, are excellent sites for the voyeur. Girls frequently bathe naked in the more remote spots, and there are always plenty of bikinis, tight shorts, little dresses and so on. Beaches are good, too. I recall a pretty redhead in a lonely cove in Cornwall. I was on the cliff top and watched her strip—’

‘I think it’s about time you dealt with us,’ Susan encouraged, stretching sexily and squirming a little. ‘Your story’s made me feel really horny.’

‘Excellent,’ MacNaughton enthused. ‘Do you have any little preferences I should know about?’

‘I like to be humiliated,’ Susan drooled.

‘And I like to feel I’m being punished,’ Paulette put in, ‘but be a little gentle – I was birched the other day.’

‘Well, I dare say you deserved it,’ MacNaughton said, getting ponderously to his feet. ‘Now come on, let’s have the pair of you kneeling on the sofa, and we’ll have those plump bottoms warm in no time.’

Susan twisted up onto her knees, already trembling with excitement at the thought of her coming punishment. Pressing her cheek into the warm leather sofa, she stuck her bottom up as far as it would go. Next to her, Paulette assumed a similar position, looking into Susan’s face with wide excited eyes.

‘Dresses up, first, and then we’ll see about your panties,’ MacNaughton announced.

Susan sighed as he held the hem of her frock and lifted it. She imagined she could feel his lecherous eyes on her, first admiring her thighs and then her panties. She knew they’d be stretched taut across her full bottom, white and tight with a little damp patch over her pussy.

‘Very pretty,’ MacNaughton adjudged as he settled the material onto her back. ‘Loosen your belt. I see no reason to leave those lovely breasts covered.’

She did as she was told, reaching behind her to loosen the knot that held the dress around her waist. He slipped it up further, bunching the material around her shoulders and then taking a soft breast in each hand. His belly pressed against her panty-clad bottom. He was in no hurry, taking his time to fondle her. Susan closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable stroking and pinching.

‘Splendid,’ MacNaughton said, his cultured voice quavering just a little. ‘You are very beautiful, Susan; as is little Paulette.’

Susan opened her eyes and watched Paulette’s frock being lifted. MacNaughton had a good feel of her smooth dark flesh, and then stepped back.

‘Now, let me see…’ he said. ‘Punishment for Paulette, humiliation for Susan, but bare bottoms for both of you. Susan first, I think.’

Susan shivered as his hands went to her underwear.

‘Pull your back in,’ MacNaughton ordered as he took a firm hold on the waistband. ‘Let’s see those cheeks tensed.’

She could feel his fingers inside the elastic, the fingernails hard against her skin. She obeyed his instruction as he began to draw her panties down slowly over her buttocks.

‘Plump, but well formed,’ he remarked. ‘A nice high cleft and full cheeks. Very spankable.’

Susan trembled with pleasure at the feel of her panties being eased down and the humiliation of what he was saying.

Once the flimsy garment was around her knees he prised her buttocks apart. ‘And such a pretty anus, too,’ he commented. ‘Nice and tight. It would be such a delight to bugger you. Is it virgin?’

‘No,’ Susan admitted, her humiliation so intense that tears burst from her tightly closed eyes.

‘Shame,’ MacNaughton said, but didn’t dwell on the matter. ‘And your cunt is as pretty and tempting as your anus. You really are a delightful creature.’

His hands left her and she peered back over her shoulder.

‘Now,’ he said, ‘I think we’ll have your friend’s panties down, too.’

Susan watched as he lowered Paulette’s panties, settling them around her friend’s knees just as her own were.

‘Beautiful,’ MacNaughton announced. ‘Chocolate and cream, two plump little ladies awaiting their spankings. Dresses up, pants down, just as it should be. Titties dangling, behinds stuck up, pussies and bottom-holes on show; perfect.’

MacNaughton began to spank Paulette without further ado. He held the black girl around the waist and applied his hand to her bottom. Paulette took it well, only squealing a little as her buttocks warmed. Her large breasts swung with the smacks, tempting Susan to reach out and squeeze one and pinch the nipple. Paulette opened her mouth and put her tongue out for a kiss. Susan responded, finding her friend’s mouth and melting into a kiss as she fondled Paulette’s breasts. She could feel the gentle smacks through her friend’s body, a delicious feeling amplified by the sure knowledge that it would soon be her turn.

Susan tensed as he finished Paulette off with a salvo of harder smacks, leaving the girl breathing hard against Susan’s face. MacNaughton’s arm then curled around her waist, lifting her a little. A hand touched her bottom, cupping a cheek and then lifting. A sudden smack made Susan jump. Her lips lost contact with Paulette’s. Her friend moved closer and put an arm around Susan’s shoulders, and stroked her hanging breasts in return.

‘Do it hard,’ Paulette urged.

‘Hey!’ Susan squeaked as the gentle smacks immediately increased in force. She heard Paulette giggle, and did her best to remain composed. With his bulk, MacNaughton was impossible to move, and she could do nothing but squirm and squeal as he spanked her. She started to cry again and pounded the sofa with her fists.

‘I, for all my experience, have never seen such a fuss,’ MacNaughton panted, tightening his grip on Susan’s waist and starting on the backs of her thighs.

The smacks stung even more on her legs. Susan bucked and struggled as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Finally she could take no more and begged him to let her go. MacNaughton added a last few hard smacks across the fattest part of her bottom before complying.

‘Back in position, Paulette,’ MacNaughton ordered.

Paulette scrambled back into the submissive kneeling position in which she’d too been spanked. Susan was whimpering into the sofa, knees wide apart, panties stretched taut between them.

‘You may both masturbate,’ he said. ‘I shall enjoy watching you do it in that position, but only after I have completed Paulette’s punishment. Susan, hold her down.’

Susan sighed from the discomfort as she obeyed. She held her friend tightly around the waist and lifted her bottom. MacNaughton moved away, but quickly returned with a long brown cane. Paulette squeaked in alarm at the sight of it.

‘Oh please, not my bum,’ she protested, ‘it’s too bruised!’

‘I wouldn’t dream of such a thing!’ MacNaughton declared. ‘To cane a girl so soon after a birching would be the act of a sadist. No my dear, I intend to cane your thighs.’

Paulette gulped as Oswald MacNaughton raised the cane above her unprotected legs. Susan’s grip was firm about her waist. Her own knickers felt tight around her thighs. She knew it was going to hurt – indeed, she wanted it to hurt – but the waiting was still agony.

The cane struck without warning, biting into her soft flesh. She yelped and bucked, only to be pushed back into place by Susan’s surprising strength. Another cut landed and she squealed again, her whole body shaking. The two lines were already burning on her skin when the third stroke came, landing just above her stretched panties. She howled and dug her fingers into the sofa.

A fourth stroke landed and suddenly it was too much.

Her hands burrowed between her legs to find the wet valley between her sex-lips. She was vaguely aware of Susan touching herself too. It felt utterly shameless and utterly delicious; knowing that MacNaughton was watching them play with themselves. He’d always seemed so respectable, so aloof, and now he was watching them both masturbate.

He’d be watching their fingers work on their clits, their pussies swollen and moist. He’d be looking at their anuses, watching the little rings pulse and pout in their ecstasy. The four cane-stripes on her thighs were burning, a much sharper pain than the warm glow of her freshly spanked bottom.

Susan would be the same, buttocks as red as cherry skins, bottom tingling from her spanking. It had been lovely holding Susan while she blubbered and squealed in her spanking tantrum, but it was she who’d been caned…