Laura and Chrissie visit Carpenter's Upholstery
With her second visit to see Peter Carpenter still a recent (and rather pleasant) memory, Laura rang Chrissie.
"You know what I was saying about looking for some school uniforms for us to go and see Peter in, well I have found a site on Google that looks just the thing. It seems to be selling genuine school uniforms but rather disingenuously mentions that they are available in "all sizes" so I think they are appealing to the adult audience. So what size are you?"
Chrissie giggled. "I suppose a size 12, say 36 inches for the bust, have they got that?"
"Yes definitely, and hips?"
"That's more bottom than hips per se," replied Chrissie, "but 36 again, perhaps 37".
"Well how do you fancy matching uniforms with olive green skirts and dark grey jackets, white shirts, green and white striped ties and patent leather shoes. Oh, and a boater with a green and white band?" asked Laura.
"What about knickers?" asked Chrissie.
"Oh I think we might wear something fetching from our own lingerie drawers, definitely not school regulation. And given that Peter has a thing against tights it will have to be either stockings and suspenders or bare legs".
"Definitely stockings then," replied Chrissie, "after all we know he likes those. But what will the skirt length be like, we can't walk along his street looking like a couple of refugees from St Trinian's?"
"Well I was definitely thinking above the knee. If I go for about four inches above that should just about cover stocking tops if we walk carefully, but it's probably best if we wear a long coat and carry our boaters in a bag, because we most certainly will look like St Trinian renegades in any case," laughed Laura. "Just leave it to me, I'll tell you when they have turned up".
Laura turned back to her iPad and carefully entered the order including her and Chrissie's measurements. Just as well they seem to have a large stock, she thought, and devoted a few minutes to pleasant contemplation of the two of them turning up at Peter's doorstep looking like recalcitrant sixth formers about to endure an uncomfortable half hour in the headmaster's study. What would he use, she wondered? The leather paddle had made a lovely thwacking sound and warmed her bottom all over, while the hairbrush had made a rather sharper retort and initiated a much more defined sting while the tawse had just been really painful but had left a wonderful glow afterwards. And would he punish each of them in front of the other or make one wait outside the door to hear the chastisement that was shortly to be visited upon her? She rather hoped she would get to watch Chrissie being dealt with -- although Laura did not have any gay tendencies she had to admit that Chrissie had the most magnificent curvy backside that just demanded a good spanking and she would love to see it going a rosy red. And she wondered who would cope best with the punishment without shrieking. Anyway, that was all in the future, first she had to get the uniforms and book a suitable date that all three of them could make.
About ten days later the doorbell rang mid-morning and Laura answered it to find a courier with a largish cardboard box in his arms. She signed the slip and took the box inside, glad that James was not there to witness its arrival and ask awkward questions. Laura took it upstairs and with a sense of anticipation opened it in her bedroom. Picking out the uniform that was her size she quickly stripped to her underwear and then buttoned the white school shirt across her breasts, noting that it gaped slightly, found the school tie and did it up and then stepped into the green school skirt which she was pleased to find zipped up comfortably to her waist while flattering her hips. She found the patent leather sandals she had earmarked for the ensemble and finally slipped on the school jacket. She was not going to bother with the stockings this time but inspected the hem length of the skirt critically and decided it would just hide the tops of her stockings when attached to a slinky suspender belt.
Realising there was something missing she fished in the box for the boater and put it on her head at a saucy angle and then stepped back to survey her image in the full length mirror. The sandals enhanced the curve of her calves (she was rather proud of her legs), the skirt exhibited a generous amount of thigh and the white shirt allowed just a glimpse of cleavage. "My god, you look like every red-blooded male's fantasy, and especially if he finds you at his front door explaining that you have an appointment for a disciplinary session with the headmaster," she mused.
Laura wasted no time in ringing Chrissie. "The uniforms have arrived," she blurted out when Chrissie answered.
"Ooh, fantastic, what are they like?"
"I've got mine on at the moment," replied Laura "and I have to say pretty sexy. Well actually, quite tarty on a grown woman."
"I can be there within half an hour, don't take it off," instructed Chrissie and rang off. I hope nobody else comes to the door, thought Laura as she happily paraded around the house looking in mirrors as she passed them and bending over to see at what angle her bottom would become visible. She sat on chairs of various heights and crossed her legs to estimate how far up her thigh the skirt would rise relative to her stocking tops. Well, that would all be fine once they were in Peter's comfortable sitting room and if they drove straight there from hers or Chrissie's with a long coat to cover the uniform it shouldn't be a problem.
It was not long before there was a ring at the door and the irrepressible blonde bombshell bounded in demanding to know where her uniform was. Catching her breath she stepped back to inspect Laura's attire. "Ooh, very sexy" she pronounced. "If I was Peter I would have you over my knee with your knickers down in a trice." Laura led her upstairs and presented her with her own uniform, watching while Chrissie disrobed and put it on, accompanied by a lot of giggling. Chrissie was a couple of inches shorter than Laura but a little better endowed in the breast department and with that stupefyingly curvy backside that Laura had trouble taking her eyes off. When she had her own uniform on they stood in front of the full length mirror with their arms around each other's waist and admired the view. "I think Mr Carpenter is going to think all his Christmases have come at once," pronounced Laura, delivering a hearty smack to Chrissie's bottom.
"Oh yes," agreed Chrissie, "can you imagine the sight of both of us leaning over his writing desk with our skirts up and our knickers down, awaiting our punishments from the headmaster? Or do you think he will do us one at a time while the other one watches?"
Laura laughed. "Don't get ahead of yourself you little trollop, I've got to fix a time we can all make, so try to keep your lust in check until then. Or shag Neil and think about what's in store for you shortly."
"Mmm, good idea, let me know as soon as you've fixed it up, I can do most days," said Chrissie.
"My job is part time as you know, but a Friday is generally good for me. I will ring Peter and see what he can make." Giggling the two women took off their uniforms and Laura stored hers under the bed in the cardboard box and found Chrissie a large carrier bag in which to take hers home. "Don't let Neil see it or he might ask awkward questions," she warned her friend. "You never know, I might reveal it a bit further down the track and see what his reaction is. Things have got a bit predictable in the bedroom department so this might just spice things up!" smirked Chrissie in reply.
After Chrissie had left Laura searched in her phone for the number listed as Carpenter's Upholstery and clicked it. The phone rang for ten seconds or so before a deep voice answered "Peter Carpenter."
"Oh, have I reached Carpenter's Upholstery?" asked Laura in a straight voice. She could envisage Peter's mouth curling upwards as he replied: "Would that be Laura in need of some attention to a seat?"
"Yes it certainly is Peter and you will be glad to know that both Chrissie and I have seats that need to be attended to. I was hoping I could find a suitable date when we could bring them around to you for you to determine what remedial action might be needed. A Friday around midday would be good."
"Just a minute, let me check," answered Peter as he consulted his diary. "I can't do this Friday but the following Friday would be fine at noon. And will you be coming er... suitably accoutred?"
"We most certainly will Peter, two naughty schoolgirls coming to see you to be dealt with as you see fit." She could almost see Peter's amused smile as he replied: "Well, that sounds excellent, I look forward to seeing you both Friday week."
"See you then Peter" said Laura and put the phone down. She texted Chrissie immediately. "Friday week, ten days to think about what's in store for us, I will pick you up about 11.30."
The ten days she had to wait seemed to grind by inexorably slowly to Laura. She actually tried to keep her mind off it by immersing herself in her work, dealing with the daily household chores, and attending to James in the bedroom where, having him pump her from behind she fantasised about how that would feel with her bottom freshly roasted.
With James safely at work and her daughter at school she got the uniform out again and this time put on the whole kit including the stockings. She paraded around her bedroom and bathroom and noted a glimpse of stocking top as she walked, thinking she would make sure Peter saw that when she entered his house. He would of course be seeing a lot more than that before long but it was all about anticipation wasn't it? She carefully applied eye liner and a hint of mascara, but no lipstick, and brushed her dark hair with the auburn tint till it shone. She wondered about putting it up but decided that would not fit as well under the boater and it only brushed her shoulders as it was. The uniform definitely made her feel sexy and she was sure it would have the same effect on Peter; especially when he had a blonde and a brunette adult schoolgirl in his study.
She wondered again about what implements he would use on them. Unlike on her last visit James was not going to be conveniently away on a business trip to allow any marks to fade, so she had better make clear that while his hand, the leather paddle and the hairbrush (in moderation) would be acceptable, the tawse would not. And anyway that really hurt!
Finally the day prior to their visit arrived. Laura got the school gates for pick-up a little early and was glad to see Chrissie there and standing a little apart from a group of other mothers. She had clearly been thinking the same as Laura. Laura sidled up to her and said sotto voce "All ready for tomorrow then?"
