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Chapter 1.
The big car sped along in the warm, early afternoon sunlight. George Cane
knew he was driving just a little too fast. He made a great effort to reduce his
speed below the limit. It would be ironic if he were to have a bump today, of
all days.
He chuckled to himself. "Eager. That's what you are, old son". He thought.
He glanced at the dashboard clock. 12-55. He was early. Dolly had said to
pick her up at 1-15 and he was nearly there.
As he neared their meeting place, he could see Dolly waiting by the curb
He grinned. "So, you are eager too, my lovely."
Seeing him, she waved her hand and gave him a big smile as he pulled up
beside her.
She was a lovely looking woman and the light summer dress that she wore
showed up the soft, voluptuous curves of her lush, thirty eight-year-old body.
Leaning over, he opened the car door and she slid into the seat next to him.
"You're early." She grinned.
"And you." He grinned back.
"I know." She giggled. "I can't wait."
She pulled up her dress, so that he could see her full, white thighs. He
squeezed the warm flesh of the one nearest him. Then with a roar, he pulled away
from the curb.
George was fifty, a little over weight and his grey hair was receding, but
he was feeling great. He was lucky to have a beautiful, sexy mistress, like
Dolly Stern. 'What would he do without her?', he often asked himself.
What, indeed? With his dull, lack-lustre wife and their dull, lack-lustre
marriage. It was true, he had a beautiful home and two lovely, grown up
daughters, each with a family of her own. But it was only Dolly who put any
sparkle into his life.
George was area manager for a large finance company in this part of
Southern England and Dolly was his under-manager. "Under him, in more ways than
one." she would often joke.
A top accountant, he'd had his promotion ten years ago and Dolly had joined
the department two years later. She was the answer to all his prayers. They had
soon become friends and then lovers. He was away from home such a lot, it was
easy. After eight years, his wife still did not suspect a thing.
And Dolly? She liked their arraignment the way it was. A divorcee, she
wasn't looking for a husband. 'Once was enough.' she'd say. For George, she was
now indispensable. And he loved it. Apart from being a very good assistant, she
was also beautiful, sexy, lustful, dirty minded, sexually insatiable,
enthusiastic, and very, very, inventive.
Which was the main reason they were now driving, excitedly, to their secret
afternoon appointment with LUST.
During their happy years as lovers, they had eagerly tried everything sexual
that their very inventive minds could think up. They had even tried 'Swinging'
with quite good success. One very nice couple in particular, were most
compatible. Both Men and Women quite at ease in each other's company and fired
by their mutual lechery, they would delight, when ever possible, to vent their
lusts on each other's bodies. The two women were particularly excited by
indulging in the most gross and depraved lesbian perversions that their
lascivious minds could dream up and goading their lust enraged lovers to new
heights of frenzied sexual performance.
How ever, it was not to Bill and Celia Pain's house that they were heading
today. No, this was a new thrill, entirely.
One of George and Dolly's favourite 'turn-ons' was Fantasizing. And one of
their favourite Fantasies was to have a beautiful young woman completely at
their mercy. So completely in their power, that they could subject her to any
gross humiliation and indignity that their debauched and lascivious minds could
think up.
Oh, what delicious orgasms they had both been able to achieve while
dreaming of the things they would make her do. And now fate had stepped in and
it looked as if just such a beautiful young woman had been delivered into their
hands.
Most of the business George's department had to handle was the financing of
loans. In fact, money lending and the collecting of the repayments on these
loans.
He had a large staff of collectors and it was only when a client fell into
serious arrears with their payments that he, or Dolly, would have to personally
intervene. There was seldom any trouble. They could generally arrange for the
client to take out a bigger loan with a much longer period of time to pay off
the full debt. A much higher interest rate, but with much smaller monthly
payments, of course.
Some months before, Dolly had been sent to see a Mrs Bending, as the
collector thought that the woman had fallen too far behind with her payments.
Dolly had found the client was a beautiful young woman of twenty two years
old. The Wife of a much older Merchant Navy Officer, who was away from the
family home for, at least, nine months a year. She had a Daughter of three and a
Son just over a year old.
The Husband paid almost all the bills through his bank and would have been
enraged if he had known that his young Wife had been borrowing money over and
above her very generous allowance. Dolly had found that the girl was getting
hopelessly out of her depth with her loans. But when she saw this beautiful
young blonde Juno, left so alone and vulnerable, without any real friends she
could turn to, the older woman knew, with cruel delight, that the gods of lust
had answered her most ardent prayer.
Dolly hadn't stopped the pretty young woman's credit. In fact, after a
brief and friendly word of caution, she had actually extended it.
Mrs Bending was delighted and only too happy to accept Dolly's friendship.
The two women got along like a house on fire. After a long chat, Dolly made
ready to leave.
"Well, I must go now, Mrs Bending." She had said, rising to her feet.
The young blonde also stood and put out her hand.
"Thank you so much, once again for your help, Miss Stern." She smiled. "And
please call me June."
Dolly, who always called herself 'Miss', smiled and took the young wife's
hand, warmly.
"Why, thank you, my dear." She replied. "And what an appropriate name for
a young woman with your shapely build."
"I... I'm sorry....?" The girl had blushed.
"You know." Laughed Dolly. "Junoesque? Built like a Juno?"
The older woman curved her hands down through the air in the shapely form
of the buxom Goddess."
"Oh. Yes. I see." June laughed, blushing even more. "I suppose I am a bit
on the big side."
"Rubbish, my dear." Dolly had cried. "You know very well that you are a
very beautiful young lady."
And with that, she had left.
Having handed over the account back to the collector, Dolly had told
George all about her wicked plan and they had waited in eager and excited
anticipation for its inevitable outcome.
As the weeks passed by, Dolly became a frequent visitor to the lonely
young woman's beautiful home. She would bring gifts for the children and sit and
gossip for hours. Insinuating herself right into the shapely blonde's
confidence, the older woman had soon learned all of June's secrets. Even her
few, most intimate indiscretions.
It seemed that soon after her youngest child was born, June had had a
brief affair with a student. After a passionate few months, the boy had
graduated and had returned home to Australia. Leaving the lovely young wife
lonelier than ever.
After a lot of skilful and gentle probing, Dolly had got the shy blonde to
blushingly admit that she now spent a lot of her time alone, franticly
masturbating, in a vain effort to cool and subdue the raging fires that racked
her lovely, passionate, but neglected young body.
"Never mind my dear." Dolly had told her, sympathetically, "I'm sure that
soon all your naughty desires will be gratified."
And they had laughed together like two wicked young schoolgirls.
Now it had happened. June had seriously defaulted on her payments. Just as
Dolly had known she would. The dept now stood at well over four thousand pounds
and George had snapped the trap shut.
Under Dolly's direction, George sent June a number of official letters,
informing the young wife that the company was going to take legal steps to
regain their money. Even to the seizure of her Husband's and their beautiful
home.
The foolish young woman was terrified. Sobbing pitifully she phoned Dolly,
Begging her new found friend's help. Dolly, of course, rushed right on over.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear. This is very, very, serious." Groaned the older woman,
while looking over the letters. "Very, very serious indeed. How could you get
yourself into such a mess, my dear? I did warn you, didn't I now?"
"Oh, yes. You did, Miss Stern. But I never thought that this could happen."
June sobbed into her handkerchief. "Please help me, Miss Stern. I just don't
know what to do."
"You must pay back all the money, Mrs Bending. Every penny of it." Said
Dolly. "And right away. Or they will take your house."
"But I have no money." June cried. "I have nothing of my own. Every thing
belongs to my Husband."
"Then you must inform your Husband immediately, my dear." Answered Dolly.
The young blonde's lovely face seemed to crumble and she again burst into
tears. "Oh, I couldn't. I just couldn't." She whined. "He'd be so terribly
angry."
"I expect he will, my dear. And when he starts investigations into how you
spent the money.....There were a number of gifts, weren't there? The Company
will send him a detailed report of every thing you bought. Well....He's got to
find out about your tall, handsome, Australian, hasn't he?" Asked Dolly, slyly.
"WHAT?" The distraught girl almost screamed the word. She threw herself to
her knees at the beautiful accountant's feet. She was near to hysterics. "No.
No. Please God, no. Not that. He'd divorce me for sure."
The sobbing young wife pressed her lovely tear stained face down into the
brunette's lap. "Oh, please, Miss Stern. Please." She wailed. "You must help me.
You must. I'll do anything you say. Just anything." And she wept as she clutched
at Dolly's thighs.
If the distressed girl had looked up at that moment, she would have seen
the gloating look of triumphant delight that blazed from Dolly's long lashed
eyes.
Pushing the girl's heaving shoulders upright; the older woman enfolded her
in her arms and pressed her tight. The embrace crushed Dolly's own ample
mammaries into the warm, melonous, breasts of the sobbing blonde. Her red lips
twisted into a cruel, lecherous pout as she felt the girl's big, firm
milk-globes shudder against her own with every juddering sob.
"There, there, my dear." She crooned soothingly, as she patted the young
woman's heaving shoulders. "There might just be a way..."
June's head shot up and she stared, wide eyed with desperate hope, into
the, once again, sympathetic face of the older woman.
"Oh, I beg you, Miss Stern." The young wife gulped, tears streaming down
her pretty face. "If it will save my home and marriage....."
"Well......" Said Dolly, as if in some doubt. "It's a bit unusual."
"Please tell me. Please, Miss Stern." Begged the weeping girl, eagerly.
"Well, what usually happens when someone gets into trouble with their
payments." Explained Dolly. "Is that they take out another loan to cover it.
They pay off the dept and then they pay off the second loan over a much longer
period. Of course, it is much more expensive as there is a lot more interest
doing it that way. But the weekly payments are much smaller. You could pay it
comfortably from your allowance and still pay it off in about two years, I
should think."
June rested her ample bottom down on her heels and looked up at Dolly with
wide eyes. "Then why can't I do that?" She asked. "It's so simple."
"I'm sorry, my dear." Dolly shook her stylishly permed head. "You've
absolutely no credit. I'm afraid no one will lend you any more money."
June looked dismayed.
"Then how.....?" She began.
"There's only one man who could agree to make you this loan, my dear."
Went on Dolly. "And that is my Boss, Mr Cane. He's quite a nice man, but he's
got some funny ideas. He might just agree to give you a loan. On certain
conditions."
"What conditions? I've said I'll do anything." Sobbed the young blonde.
"Well, now." Dolly went on. "Mr Cane doesn't believe people should be able
to get away with things, without paying a price. He believes that people should
be.... Well, punished for their sins, I suppose."
"Oh, God. Not as much as they are going to punish me, surely?" June cried.
"I think that when I explain to him that you will lose your home, your
Husband and even your two children if this gets out, then he will agree to
giving you a covering loan." Smiled Dolly.
"Oh, Miss Stern. Thank you. Thank you." Cried the girl, joy shining
through her tears.
"Just a moment." Said Dolly, holding up her hand to stop the girl's
thanks. "He will agree to the loan on condition that you, in turn, agree to
accept an alternative punishment from him, instead."
"Punishment?" Asked June, wiping away her tears. "What sort of
punishment?"
"You did say that you would do anything." Smiled the brunette.
"Well, yes. But....Well, I've got to know." The girl sniffed.
"Of course." Answered Dolly. "Your punishment would be a physical one. You
are very lucky, in a way, my dear. You see, Mr Cane likes smacking naughty girls
on their bare bums. I'm sure he'll make a deal with you. After all. You've got
such a lovely bum, haven't you?"
June gasped.
"You mean....? She started the question and stopped in mid sentence, her
eyebrows arched high in surprise. "No. You couldn't..... Could you?"
"Oh, yes. I'm deadly serious." Answered the older woman, with a nod of her
lovely head. "And it will be a lucky stroke for you. If you will pardon the pun.
As it would get you right off the hook, my dear."
The young wife looked doubtfully at Dolly as she dabbed at her tears with
her wet handkerchief.
"How hard, exactly, would he want to beat me?" She asked.
"Well, it would all have to be very secret, so he couldn't hurt you too
much, could he? I mean, he wouldn't injure you or anything like that." The
brunette reassured the dubious blonde. "Mind you, I'm sure that shapely bottom
of yours will know all about it. You'll think your bum is on fire, before he's
through with it."
"Well, then." June gave a shy smile. "If that's all there is to it...."
Dolly lifted her hand again.
"That isn't 'all' there is to it, I'm afraid, my dear." She smiled sadly.
"You see, Mr Cane will say that agreeing your loan and administering your
punishment, is his service to you. And you will have to pay him for that
service."
"Pay him? But I have no money." Cried June.
"No, no, my dear." Dolly smiled. "He'll want you to pay him 'in kind'. You
understand?"
June looked shocked. "That's preposterous." She cried. "Oh, no. Certainly
not. I just couldn't."
"Well, then." Dolly shrugged her shoulders and picking up her handbag she
made as if to stand. "If you'd rather lose your home and family. Of course, it's
up to you."
"Oh, God. No. No." June buried her head once more in Dolly's lap and again
burst out crying. "Oh, Miss Stern." She sobbed. "I'll do it. I must. It's the
only way out."
The older woman had to, once again, hide her delight. Pushing the weeping
girl upright and looking into her lovely, tear stained face, she smiled sweetly.
"Good. I'm sure you've made the right decision, my dear." She nodded. "Mr
Cane is quite clean and not all that bad looking. Who knows? You might even
enjoy it. Any how. It's not as if you've never committed adultery before. Is
it?"
June went on weeping softly, sitting back on her heels. Dolly stood up.
"You can stop crying. Your troubles are over and everything will be just
fine." She said lightly, moving towards the door. "Leave it to me. "I'll
arrange everything."
She stopped and looked down at the sobbing girl. "Where are the children?"
She asked.
June got slowly to her feet. "They're at my sister's." She snivelled.
"Can she have them next Saturday afternoon?" The accountant asked.
"Yes." The sniffing blonde answered. "She loves having them."
"Excellent." Dolly's full lips curled in a delighted smile. "I'll bring Mr
Cane her then. We'll sign the new agreements and you can make your first new
payments to him right after. We'll be here about 1.00 to 1.30. Be sure to make
yourself pretty, now. I'll see you then."
After they had said their goodbyes and June had closed the door after her,
Dolly walked to her car. As she walked, the lovely brunette laughed with wicked
delight. The gusset of her satin knickers was soaking wet.