Josie rolled the waistband of her green plaid skirt over to make it slightly shorter and made sure her white shirt was straight. The buttons were straining a little over her large breasts. She caught a view of the bow on her bra and smiled at its cuteness. Her short legs climbed up the three big concrete steps to the front door as she pulled at her long brown hair, tightening her ponytail. Standing on the grassy welcome mat, she nervously grasped the box of cookies she had to sell tightly in her delicate hand. The wooden door was huge and it had a brass knocker in the shape of a lion's head. Josie was rather excited that she would get to use it. It was stiff and heavier than she thought, but she managed to lift it, then bring it down again with two loud thuds. Josie held her breath as she heard someone coming toward the door. She exhaled as it opened and looked up at the very tall man standing in front of her. He was wearing a grey shirt and black trousers. He was well-groomed with a beard and moustache. His face was kind and his eyes were smiling down at her. She felt her cheeks blush as she noticed how good-looking he was.
"Hello, I'm Josie and I'm fundraising for my club's trip. Would you like to buy some cookies Sir, they are only $5 a packet," Josie blurted out in one breath.
The man smiled wider, which made him even more attractive to Josie. She was sure he would notice her reddening cheeks, and that thought caused the heat in her face to get more intense. She looked down at the box of cookies and felt her cheeks flush again as her gaze lingered a moment too long on the noticeable bulge in the man's pants.
"I would love to help out with your club's trip, Josie," the man said in a soft, deep voice that forced Josie to look up at him. She hadn't noticed how green his eyes were until just then.
"Why don't you step inside, while I fetch my wallet," he suggested as he left the doorway and headed off down the hallway, out of Josie's sight.
Josie thought for a moment; she thought she shouldn't - that it might not be safe. Then, almost by magic, she was inside the house, standing in the hallway. It was bright, felt fresh and there were paintings of the countryside on the walls. The rug was luxurious and ran the entire length of the floor. There was a wooden table with a beautiful blue glass bowl and a few interesting brass trinkets on it. It was incredibly clean, with not a trace of dust. Josie caught a glimpse of herself in a small, round mirror and saw her big, blue eyes, pink cheeks, and the hint of lip gloss she'd applied earlier. She was pleased to see that she looked as pretty as she'd thought she had, and it gave her more confidence as she stepped further into the house. Josie slowly walked past three doorways and noted that all the doors were closed. At the very end, the long hall opened up into a wider space with huge windows. Through them, she could see out to the back garden.
"Help yourself to a drink of water," she heard the man's smooth voice shout out.
Once she arrived at the opening, she could see that to the right was a small sitting area and to the left was the kitchen. It was very modern, with large appliances. She instantly loved the huge island bench and the blue tiles of the splash-back.
Someone must have impeccable taste, she thought to herself as she noticed all the glassware in a cupboard and took a small glass to the sink. The sink was so big. She filled the glass, took it toward the bench where she had placed the box of cookies, and took a sip of water from her glass.
"Okay," the man asked, "so before I buy these cookies, can you tell me what they taste like?" He'd suddenly appeared in the doorway from the other side of the sitting room, and walked toward Josie in the kitchen as he spoke.
"I've never actually had one before," Josie replied truthfully.
"Well, well, well, we will have to fix that straight away," the man said with a laugh, and he put a $20 note on the bench in front of the box.
Josie was surprised and excited as she took a packet from the box and began to open it.
"A good salesperson should always know their product well," advised the man.
Josie offered him the packet, and he promptly took a cookie from it. Then he nodded toward her, giving her permission to get one herself. She did, and took a bite. It was delicious. Chocolate was her favourite flavour, and the cookie did not disappoint.
"Yum," the man said through a mouthful of cookies. "Do you like them, Josie?"
"Yes, very much," she said.
"Good! Let's take the rest to the sitting room, and you can tell me all about this trip while we eat more." The man talked while he headed toward the sofa, and Josie felt she had no choice but to follow him.
They sat on the sofa - so close together that they touched. Josie could feel the man's muscular leg against her thigh. His leg was long and firm, and the feeling excited her. Josie began to feel her pussy throb a little. The red colour returned to her cheeks, as she thought it certain that he could tell what was going on between her legs.
"Oh dear," he said, "it looks as though you have chocolate on your shirt." He reached forward and touched the mark, pressing her firm, erect nipple through the material with his outstretched finger. A shudder of delight washed over Josie's entire body and she gasped out loud.
"Perhaps you should remove it and I'll pop it in the wash before it stains." he suggested. "Here, let me help you with those buttons."
He didn't wait for her permission; he was undoing her buttons, one by one. Josie watched, and grew more excited. Her breath was getting faster, causing her chest to heave up and down. She pushed her breasts forward as the heaving gave way to the opening. Her pretty, pink, lacy bra was all that held them from bursting out completely.
"Will you be in trouble for getting your shirt covered in chocolate?" he asked as he placed it on the floor in front of him. He stood up and started to unbuckle his leather belt. "I think you should be. If you were my girl, you'd certainly be in trouble." He pulled the belt slowly through the loops of his pants. "If you were my girl and you got chocolate on your shirt, you'd get my belt across your backside. What do you think, Josie? How many times should I belt your backside for that?"
"Ummm, I'm not sure, Sir," whispered Josie. The warmth and throbbing between her legs was almost unbearable.
"Well, I think we will begin with five. Stand up and pull your skirt up so I can see your panties."
Josie obeyed without hesitation. She stood quickly and began to pull her skirt up until it rested above her hips. As she did, the man sat back down and pulled her onto his lap. He placed his hand on her round, plump bottom and circled it, feeling it through her white cotton panties. Josie pushed her bottom toward his hand and waited with great anticipation for his next move. He rubbed his hand over her perfect, squishy bum a few times, and then he pulled her panties down so she was fully exposed to him.
"How many belts did I say?" he asked in a firm voice that made Josie shudder with delight.
"Five, Sir," she replied.
As soon as the words left her lips, the belt came down hard across her bare backside and made a loud, smacking sound that echoed through the house. It stung her so much, but it was the most delightful feeling, and it caused a wave of pleasure to wash over her whole body. Her tight little nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed so much that she felt it gush with warmth.
