Please, feedback! I love hearing what the readers think, want, and feel. I write for my own pleasure, but I like to know that other people get something out of it as well. And Iâd say to be gentle, but if you actually read the stories I write, youâll know I donât mean it.
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Laurie sweeps into the store, knowing sheâs already late to work. This is the 3rd time this month, and she hopes that her god-mother isnât too upset with her tardiness. But when Josh wanted to slam his hard cock into her, she couldnât say no to him, even knowing that it might make her late and cost her a job. She squeezes her thighs together, her body reminding her of how good it felt to feel him inside her as her pussy spasms involuntarily. Her lashes close over her green eyes as a low moan escapes her throat. That old buzzard has no right to complain!, she pouts to herself. I show up everyday, work my ass off for minimum wage, and never get any thanks! But I need this job â my parents will kill me if I disappoint Mrs Dillard.
Glenna Dillard glances up at Laurie and sniffs. That little tramp thinks sheâs too good for this job? Iâll show her. Just look at the way she dresses. I bet thereâs no panties under that excuse for a skirt. Her body starts to flush as she thinks about what might be under Laurieâs clothes. Large, pink nipplesâŚ. Her mouth starts to water at the thought. She knows she shouldnât be thinking this way about a girl she has known since birth, almost 23 years ago. For Godâs sake, she scolds herself, her parents are my closest friends. She mentally orders her pussy to keep quiet, but that doesnât stop her wrinkled hairless cunt from moistening at the thought of having this young girl at her mercy.
Laurie sweeps her long blonde hair over her shoulder, braces herself with a deep breath, and smiles at her boss. âSorry Mrs. Dillard. There was an accident on the Freeway, and I got here as fast as I could.â
Glenna sighs, pushes her stormy gray hair out of her face, and sets down her pen. âLaurie, we need to talk. This isnât the first time youâve been late. I donât know what weâre going to do about this⌠I need someone who can be reliable and show up on time. If we canât fix this, Iâm going to have to let you go.â
The young girlâs eyes start to moisten. This CANNOT be happening to me!
âMrs. Dillard, please, I am so sorry!â
âIâm afraid youâre being sorry isnât good enough this time. Unless you can prove to me that youâre behavior is going to change, youâre gone.â
A tear trickles down her face, rolling down to her mouth. Laurie stands up to her full height, her arrogance finally asserting itself. âWhatever you want. Itâs not like you ever paid me what I was worth, or bothered caring about the job I did here! Iâm out of here, and I canât wait to tell my parents what a bitch you are.â
She turns to leave, her hand on the door.
âIâve been telling your parents for years that what you needed was a good spanking, girl!â, shouts Glenna. â If you donât watch your attitude, eventually someoneâs going to agree with me, and take you over their knee.â
Laurie pauses. She canât believe it, but her nipples are tightening at the thought of getting a spanking from her god-mother.
She canât stop herself from whispering, âIf I âŚ. I let you spank me, could I keep my job?â
Glenna stops breathing for a moment. This proud, bratty, arrogant young girl is asking for it? She smiles to herself at the thought of dominating Laurie. At the same time, guilt flows over her as she remembers that this is her god-daughter, but she knows she canât deny herself this experience. Fantasies about Laurie have been her only company on too many lonely nights.
âWhy donât you lock up the shop and meet me in the storeroom, Laurie? I think we can work something out.â
Laurie slowly locks the door, and turns to follow the older woman into the store room. She tries to swallow, but her mouth is too dry. I wish it werenât the only part of me thatâs dry, she sighs to herself. Why am I getting so worked up about this bitter hag? What kind of slut am I?
Glenna sits down on her wooden desk chair, rolling it out into an open space on the floor. She rubs her legs together, feeling the moisture from her slit along her upper thighs.
âWhy donât you come over here, girl? Lay that body across my lapâ
Laurie slowly walks over and stands in front of Mrs. Dillard. She hesitates a moment, but the unrelenting look in the older womanâs eyes convinces her. She bites her lip, and lays herself over her god-motherâs lap.
Glenna slides her hand over the skirt-covered ass in front of her, feeling the muscles jump underneath her fingers. She palms the buttocks, warming them with her hands, before drawing a hand back into the air.
SMACK!
Laurie cries out in pain, tries to move away, but Mrs. Dillard firmly holds her in place, letting a rain of spanks fall onto the young girl in front of her.
Laurie is crying, the pain gets sharper and starts to sting as her ass gets hot and red. After a few minutes though, the pain recedes. She finds herself twitching towards the punishing hands, her body anticipating the next strike. To her shame, her pussy is getting excited by this, and she has to bite back the moans that threaten to escape her mouth.
Glenna stops. She slowly slides up the skirt in front of her, revealing the smooth spank-mottled buttocks.
âNo panties, little one? I think I know what youâre problem is then⌠youâre just a little slut. Is that why you were late? Were you letting some boy fuck your slutty hole?â