Rejuvenation
Dawn, Angela and Mr Lebond worked together that first week.
Mr Lebond worked away for two days, Wednesday and Thursday. Dawn spent this time teaching the minutiae of her job. Angela did exactly as she was told and everything was kept on a professional basis. On Friday Mr Lebond came in and I took Angela into his office for Friday morning inspection.
I had not told Angela about wearing red knickers on Fridays, so she will be punished, just like me. I have never worn red knickers on Friday because I like Mr Lebond to punish me.
We were standing in front of the desk while he finished writing. He looked up, leant back in his swivel chair and spent a minute or two looking at us. He has that look that churns your stomach, makes you want to wee but mainly makes you wet your knickers and not with wee.
I can't imagine what Angela's insides are doing, I did notice her nipples were tenting her blouse.
"Skirts," Mr Lebond ordered. Angela looked at me as I lifted my skirt to show my sucking up knickers with "property of Mr Lebond" printed across my pussy. Black knickers with white writing.
Angela watched me then lifted her skirt, showing a sexy black thong.
"Oh dear," he said. "Will you not get the simplest instructions right, on Fridays you must wear red knickers. What am I going to do with you? Wendy would be so ashamed of you after her hard work, Wendy was the key word that put the girls in a trance. Dawn could override it as it had nor been necessary to use it as she was so obedient without. Take your tops and skirts off."
Both girls were smiling as they quite quickly removed their blouses and skirts. Both bras were tented by erect nipples and an area of dampness on their knickers. They were standing in front of Mr Lebond's desk.
"Stick your tits out and hands behind your head," Mr Lebond ordered and of course were obeyed. He got up and walked round his desk, approaching them. Starting with Dawn he slowly walked round her, squeezing her bum cheeks. "Your bum is going to be spanked hard today," he whispered as he pinched a nipple and her pussy lips.
Angela was covered in goosebumps as if it was minus 20 degrees, the two biggest trying to break through her bra. "You will have your bum smacked, smacked hard enough for you having difficulty sitting down," he whispered to her as he pushed her knickers into her pussy.
"Clear the desk," he told them. It did not take them long as it was always tidy and they were quickly standing in front of Mr Lebond awaiting further instructions. He went to Angela, kissed her while holding her short blond hair. "Open your legs," he said and immediately he pushed the crotch of her knickers into her pussy, her wet, wet pussy.
Before moving to Dawn he unfastened her bra allowing it to fall forward and put his hands under her breasts, weighing them. He bent down and kissed each nipple.
Dawn was standing with her hands behind her head and a smile on her face. Mr Lebond walked behind her, unfastened her bra and held her tits.
"Lean over the desk, and hold the far side," they obeyed. "Now with two arses to smack, that's four cheeks and I don't want my hand to suffer so I will use a ruler which I happen to have handy." He tried out the ruler on each cheek. "That seems to work, I just need to get your knickers out of the way." He gripped the back of Dawn's thong by the stringy bit that came out of her bum cheeks. Pulling it up he cut it with a pair of scissors also conveniently to hand. This left the elastic round her upper hips with the part that covered her pussy dangling.
Angela's knickers, slightly more substantial, were treated the same way. Now faced with two lovely arses with a long thin red rectangle on each cheek. Beautiful, he thought. Sitting in his office chair behind them and moving along the line with a sharp downward action he hit all four cheeks.
This produced a most satisfying St George's cross on each cheek. Taking out his phone he photographed each cheek, then each bum and finished with a photo of the four of them. Now that's fun with flags.
"Oh girls I'm going to let you down, I promised you a good arse spanking but I cannot violate the patriotic work of art I have created. Pull yourselves to the back of the desk so your mouth is available." It is a large desk. Unzipping his trousers he walked around the desk.
"Open wide girls," he said, holding his cock. He first put it in Dawn's mouth, not deep, just the head. She stretched forward to get more in but it was moved just out of reach. "Dawn get up, take everything off, go into the bathroom and put the clothes on that I have laid out for you,"
Dawn entered his executive bathroom and hanging up were two sets of clothes one with her name on. She lifted the hanger down and laid the clothes out. One red tartan skirt approximately eight inches in length; one top, red tartan with white ruffles it may just cover my boobs. Suspender belt white, white stockings with seams and stupid very high heeled shoes and a futile little red tartan tie.
Oh this is going to be fun, she thought as she dressed in the puerile school uniform as seen in porn films. With a shiver going through her body she dressed.
Angela waited with her mouth open, she could not have closed it if she wanted to, she didn't want to. She did not have to wait long before a cock was resting on her tongue. "You may suck it just the way Wendy taught you," he whispered.
She started moving it in and out, wrapping her tongue round it and feeling it hitting the back of her throat. She wanted so much to make him cum and she could taste something leaking from his cock. Smiling, she thought she had him ready when he pulled out.
"On your back," Mr Lebond said using his 'must obey' voice and she immediately rolled over. Mr Lebond walked back around the desk and took hold of her legs, lifting them and holding them apart. He admired her lovely bald pussy wondering if he should allow her to grow that natural blond hair back, perhaps trimmed.
Pulling her towards him he inserted his cock into her open and waiting pussy. He had hardly started when Dawn came wobbling into the room. The shoes were higher than any she had worn before and she was struggling to walk.
"You need to practise, walk around the room until I think you are proficient. Hw continued slowly fucking Angela while he watched Dawn who was a sight worth watching. Her top showed some cleavage and was quite respectable, the silly little tie looked stupid pointing between her tits.
White suspenders snaked from under her skirt holding up white seamed stockings. The white shoes threw her hips forward as though she was offering her cunt. The piece of resistance was the skirt, it was made to fit so it could only be fastened around her waist so it only covered the top half of her bum.
"Angela, on your knees, clean my cock," she jumped down with no show of disappointment even though she was near to climax. She sucked and licked his cock. "On your hands and knees go into the bathroom and put the clothes on that are there for you." She crawled to the bathroom.
In the bathroom Angela found a set of clothes similar to Dawn's with the red replaced with a light blue.
Dawn's balance was improving as she walked round. "You are walking much better, come here and sit on my cock," he ordered, lifting the arms of his fancy office chair. She smiled, held his cock and guided it into her pussy as she squatted down. It went in easily all the way, using her pussy muscles she gripped him tightly, she kissed him passionately.
Angela came in before either reached a climax. "Walk around the room so I can see you." She managed the shoes better than Dawn and looked quite elegant as she walked round. "Both of you bend over the desk," said in a business-like manner.
He kicked his chair so that it swung round and he was looking at their arses, still resplendent with the red cross. "Beautiful, spread your cheeks," arms came back and held their arse cheeks wide. Mr Lebond inserted a thumb into each pussy, once nice and wet he swapped holes and pushed it into their arseholes.
