Chapter Two
I sat in front of my dressing table mirror and thought about the evening ahead of me. I was so excited, I really wanted this to be an incredible evening, and hopefully the start of a long delicious affair. It was after all the realisation of all my deepest most secret desires, somehow come true, I wasn't going to mess it up. I looked at myself in the mirror studying my reflection and tried to imagine myself as a very naughty sexy schoolgirl.
I started putting on my make up. Much more than I might normally wear. Lots of eye makeup and very deep red lipstick.
'You slut," I smiled at the girl in the reflection, she smiled back blowing me a kiss.
I dropped my robe to the floor and turned to the chest of drawers behind me.
Pulling out some black stockings, I sat on the stool and drew them up my legs delighting in their smoothness. I put on a little black suspender belt and clipped on the stockings catching delicious glimpses of myself in the mirror.
The knickers and bra were a very sexy black lace. I ran my hands over myself watching ... mesmerised. I slipped on my tall black stilettos, rarely worn, and looked at myself again ... mmmmm.
The blouse was easy, a crisp white mans shirt and a tie had been in my flat when I'd moved in. The skirt I wasn't so sure of. I had a short wrap around black skirt fastened midway with a big safety pin, but I also had a pleated blue hockey skirt. I tried them both on, practising bending over, watching in the mirror to see how I looked. I decided on the hockey skirt, as it was easier to pull up. I giggled at myself, I was already so wet. I had never dressed like this or even worn this much makeup before. I loved it. I was having so much fun already! The bell rang and I quickly put on a long raincoat, wrapping myself tightly as I went down to the taxi.
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Marion opened her front door and stepped aside for me to come in. The room was sweet with the heavy smell of incense and warm from a small fire in the hearth. It was a small but cosy flat filled with all manner of things, almost to the point of over flowing. It had a comforting and very friendly feel to it and I immediately felt at ease, but this wasn't to last for long.
Marion turned me towards her and drew me into a deep kiss. I felt her loosen the belt to my coat and undo the buttons one by one. As the coat slipped from my shoulders she drew back and looked at me, "Josie, I'm so glad to see you decided to come, and I see your dressed to receive your punishment like a good girl. You look fantastic."
She smiled at me mischievously.
I blushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed standing in front of her dressed like this, my hand twisted the corner of my skirt.
"If you do all you told without any hesitation you will only receive a mild spanking. If you are naughty here, then your punishment can be a lot worse ... or better," she smiled. She walked over and took me in her arms, "the naughtier you are the more fun we shall have," she whispered.
She turned to the low table and poured a second glass of wine and handed it to me.
She was dressed ... as a mistress should be dressed.
Her loose wrap was now tossed aside. She wore a deep burgundy Basque, black stockings and tiny lacy black knickers. Around her slim neck was a pearl choker matching her earrings. Long black gloves finished the ensemble.
We stood looking at each other.
I was trembling. I reached for the glass she offered me and drank most of it in one gulp.
She walked to the sofa, sat down and took a sip from her wine glass looking at me all the while. I stood still and straight deliciously petrified wondering what I was to do, I hadn't been told to sit, so I still stood.
"I want to make sure you follow my instructions and don't hesitate or refuse, do you understand, Josie?"
"Yes Mistress, I stammered."
"Now lift your skirt for me, and put your leg up on the stool next to you, straighten your stockings for me."
