Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are aged 18 or older.
June 1
"Dad, I just had a great idea!" Samantha Barker exclaimed, her long brown hair trailing her entrance, as perky as ever.
"What's got you so depressed, honey?" her father, Max Barker, replied, a smile trying to leak its way out.
"Ohh...you!" she said, bouncing up and down on her toes. "This is serious!"
"Okay, I'm all ears," he said, allowing the smile to break free.
"Well," she said, tossing back her hair over her right shoulder. "You know how you guys are always looking for short, pithy perfume names, right?"
"Yes, not only my company, but pretty much any perfume manufacturer is looking for something short, sweet and descriptive. Why?"
"Well, I've got one for you, 'Suddenly'." She stood across from him, looking expectant.
"Okay, I'm sure it just did come to you. So, what is it?"
"Wait, what? No. 'Suddenly'. That's the name, 'Suddenly'."
Her father smiled. "I was expecting something like 'Ardor', or 'Passion'," he said.
He looked at her contemplatively, clearly considering her suggestion. She had always been level-headed and thoughtful, even while being coltish, and he respected and loved her immensely.
"But that might have some merit. I tell you what, let me run it by a focus group."
"Really?" Samantha exclaimed, bending down to hug her father, knocking his iPad over into his chair. "Oh, that'd really be great!"
"I just wish my fragrance developers brought the enthusiasm to things that you do," Max said. "And I'll put you in for a spot on its marketing team if it gets used, okay?"
"Thanks, dad," she said. "You're the greatest!"
"Okay, now leave me alone and go do great teenager things. Say hi to Brad when you see him tonight. And tell Gloria - I mean, your mom - that I'm ready for dinner." She kissed him and ran out of the room.
He thought to himself that Samantha might really be cut out for the perfume game. He hoped that whatever man was lucky enough to marry his little girl would be good enough for her. She was a daughter to be proud of!
"Did you mention that perfume name to your father, honey?" Samantha's mother asked.
"Yes, mom, thank you so much for the idea. Dad loved it!"
"That's wonderful, dear. Now, would you like some sliced apples with your dinner? A banana, maybe? You always want to have a couple of servings of fruit every day to stay healthy. And your father's going to be disappointed, because dinner won't be ready for at least thirty minutes."
"Oh, mom. I guess I'll have some sliced apples."
"That's my daughter." Mrs. Barker, 'Gloria' to her friends and family, began preparing apples for her eighteen year old daughter.
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June 18
The door of the motel room closes. The well-dressed woman, about forty years old, her eyes adjusting to the lower light level looks about, to see the young blonde lying on the bed.
"Nice," she says, "very nice."
She says out loud, "I love a girl who is very young, blonde, small breasted, athletic, feminine and petite. And here you are, my darling."
The blonde girl smiles - she's been told about the things that this woman will do to her, and her pussy is already moistening in anticipation. She's clad only in a 'surfer pink' demi bra, and matching lace-trim bikini panties. Her blonde hair is long and curly, and spills out on the pillow in a seductively attractive way.
Her eyes are blue, her teeth are nearly perfect, with one tooth in the center of her lower jaw just crooked enough to make her imperfect, along with a splash of freckles across her small nose, and thus beautiful. The blonde's toes wriggle in anticipation.
The woman looks down at her speculatively, and then her tone abruptly changes.
"I can't believe I've caught you here, in this cheap motel, ready to give your body to men, with all their diseases - my god, I thought I raised you better than that!" She angrily begins disrobing, taking off her outer suit jacket, and hanging it over the back of a bedside chair. The blonde wriggles on the bed, she can see that the woman's nipples are stiff and erect, poking noticeably into the silk of her Ann Taylor blouse.
"I blame your father," the woman says quietly, looking the blonde in the eye. The blonde quivers a little under her piercing stare. Yet her pussy tingles, and oozes her young cream.
"I think that a little punishment is in order, young lady," the woman admonishes the teenager. "Roll onto your stomach."
The blonde hastens to comply, her face lying slightly-flushed cheek to pillow, her hair now slightly disarrayed, and no longer the artistic set piece that she had arranged previously. Her bottom quivers now, from a sweet mixture of excitement and fear. The woman's eyes are quite avidly on the girl's bottom, it is the focus of her attention. She sees the involuntary movements of the young blonde's ass through the lace fabric, and correctly interprets its meaning. Excitement combined with fear.
The woman sits on the bed next to the girl, and before setting to work, brushes her medium length black hair off her ear. She reaches over to her jacket, and removes two white lace curtain tiebacks from a pocket, then proceeds to tie the blonde's right hand to one side of the headboard, and then the other hand to the other side of the headboard. The girl is now somewhat immobilized, though her lower body is free to move.
"Are you comfortable?" the woman asks, not unkindly.
"Uh huh," the blonde answers, nodding also, a little frightened and anxious now to please the woman. Still, her pussy is becoming increasingly swollen and hot as blood rushes to plump up her labia and clitoris. The result is a steaming swamp between her thighs, and she fears that her arousal is generating the smell of sex. She doesn't know how the woman will react to that.
The woman then reaches over to the jacket again, and finds two more tie backs, with which she then fastens the girl's feet to the footboard, her legs splayed apart. Her buttocks separate slightly, also, a dark shadow between her plump, round ass cheeks. The girl surreptitiously grinds her clit into the mattress, and is rewarded with faint streams of pleasure there.
"There now," the woman remarks, then lets her hand roam over the girl's back, stroking and caressing her shoulders briefly, then her shoulder blades and her lower back for a longer period of time. The blonde sighs - it feels good to her. The woman runs her hand over the girl's soft ass cheeks, her palm making contact with all of the girl's panties at her roundness.
"What's that I smell?" the woman says, sniffing the air. "It smells like a girl's sex..."
The blonde groans - she's been found out.
"Oh my god!" the woman exclaims. "It's you! I can smell your vagina - hot and wet. Oh, you horrible slut!" The woman hooks her fingers over the waistband of the girl's cute panties, pulling them down off her plump ass and wide hips, shimmying them down her thighs to her knees. The girl's ass is exposed.
The woman boldly runs a finger up the girl's vagina, from clitoris to perineum.
Shaking her head, she shows the girl the finger, dripping with the girl's fluid excitement. "Look at this!" she exclaims. She rubs it on the girl's nose, making sure to get the creamy liquid inside her nostrils as well. The girl is beginning to lose control as her clitoris betrays her. The cheap, rough bed sheet scrapes over the girl's swollen vulva, electric shocks jolting her as her clit is endlessly stimulated.
"UNNH!" the girl grunts as an orgasm washes over her, her only desire in those few seconds is to cum, and relieve the desperate pressure in her groin. The woman allows the girl to orgasm, her hips shaking, her voice sobbing with pleasure and shame. The girl begins to relax.
"Now that you've had your dirty fun, now you must be punished."
SLAP! The woman slaps her hand across one of the girl's quivering ass cheeks, the imprint of a hand appears as if out of nowhere on the girl's cute derriere. The girl cries out, waiting for a second. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The four slaps on her ass, two for each fat butt cheek, stimulate her more than they hurt her.
"That is the punishment you'll receive if you disobey again. Do you understand?"