Part 1
Lara had never been happier. She had managed to secure her job, even though her "extra duties" were still to be specified, and she had met a gorgeous young girl who was like a doll for her to play with and enjoy. When she had brought Christina to work this morning both of them were still smiling from the pleasure they had given each other and both took as long as possible in the changing room so that they could enjoy the sight of the others body in her underwear. Even this latest summons to Matron's office held no fears for her as she looked forward to being with Christina for the rest of the day.
She knocked on the door and, on hearing her boss's call to enter, she went in, still smiling, still oblivious to the punishment she was about to receive. The smile was wiped off her face almost immediately when she saw Matron and Mr Sanderson standing in front of the desk, as if they had been waiting for her. They weren't smiling; in fact, they looked very, very angry.
"What is the meaning of this?" barked the nursing home owner. "I agreed to let you keep your job and all I asked in return was that you took care of my niece. And this is how you repay my kindness?"
He stood aside, as did Matron, and Lara was shocked to see a very clear video running on his laptop. It had obviously been filmed secretly in the changing room yesterday. It showed Lara sitting next to Christina, topless, her hand inside the girl's knickers. Christina was obviously enjoying whatever her older colleague was doing to her and her uncle could tell by the look on her face that she was about to cum. Lara's face burned bright red as she remembered how much she had reveled in teasing the younger girl at that point.
"Well, have you got anything to say?"
Lara couldn't have spoken if her life depended on it. There she was on the screen, quite clearly seducing the young girl she had been asked to protect. Her face burned in embarrassment yet, somehow, she remembered how wonderful it had been with Christina yesterday and that memory, combined with her humiliation was causing her pussy to tingle all over again.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway. You're fired. Just be thankful I'm not sending a copy of this filth to your husband or Christina's parents. You should be ashamed. Now get out; I never want to see you again."
These were the words that brought her back to reality and forced her to drag her eyes from the beautiful image of Christina on the screen. She couldn't lose her job; she just couldn't. She would never get a reference from Matron or Mr Sanderson and without one she would never find employment anywhere else. She had to fix this, somehow.
"Please, sir. Don't do this. I promise I'll never do anything like this again. I'll be a proper mentor to Christina and never touch her -- ever. Please don't tell my husband or her parents. Give me one last chance, sir. Please, I beg you. I'll do anything."
With these last words, Lara sealed her fate.
Mr Sanderson sat down at Matron's desk as the other woman stood to his side, both of them glowering at the poor woman in front of them.
"Open your tunic."
Lara hesitated. The only thing she wore under her uniform top was her white bra and it did little to hide her gorgeous breasts. Looking at Matron for support, she was met with an angry frown from the older woman and the tears began to form in her eyes. She had never shown her breast to any man but her husband and her doctor, of course, but she knew men often stared at her in the street or at the beach and she knew her breasts, as well as her face and bottom, were what they were staring at. Did she really have to do this to keep her job? Her face burned bright red again as she knew she had no choice.
She started to fumble with her top, her nervous fingers struggling to open it, but all too soon she stood there with her arms by her side, her uniform top open, hanging from her shoulders, her bra and her breasts revealed to these two wicked people who had so much power over her.
"Take your tits out."
She hated his crude language; she hated her breasts being referred to as "tits" and she hated the fact that each new humiliation was causing her pussy to flood her knickers even more. But she did as she was told. Lifting each breast in turn from the lacy cups of her bra, she presented them to her tormentors and, for the first time this morning, she saw a hint of a smile on their faces.
Mr Sanderson got up from his chair and walked round the desk. Then he walked round her, staring at her breasts first then walking round to her back, standing so close she could feel his hard cock pressing against her arse through both their clothes. He reached around her, gabbing each tit and squeezing them both, enough to make her squirm in discomfort. Then he reached for her nipples and squeezed them tightly. After a few seconds he released them but her relief was short lived.
The nursing home owner walked back to his seat behind the desk and ordered her to follow him. Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over his lap so that she had to stick out her hands on the other side to stop herself from falling on her face. She knew she was about to be spanked again, and this time by Mr Sanderson himself as Matron watched. She could see nothing but the floor in front of her but she had sensed Matron creeping closer and, even though they couldn't see her face, she was as red as she had ever been.
"Matron, if you would kindly get her ready?"
Lara looked round to see her boss kneeling immediately behind her, her face blocked by the swell of her own round hips.
"Take off her trousers and knickers."
Matron needed no encouragement as she loved the way Lara's uniform trousers stretched across her tight bottom. She was always thinking of ways to get inside the younger woman's knickers and seeing her employee seduce the owner's niece on the CCTV camera he had installed only last week was a godsend. Mr Sanderson had assured her it was to stop the spate of recent thefts from the changing room but she knew that he was enjoying the added benefit of being able to watch the female staff strip down to their underwear each day.
From her position on the floor behind their wriggling captive, she reached round Lara's sexy body and opened the drawstring on her waistband. Pulling down the uniform trousers, she revealed Lara's tiny, white thong to Mr Sanderson's greedy eyes and to her own. The thin strap at the back had settled deep between the frightened woman's cheeks and it looked as if she was naked beneath her trousers. She soon would be.
"Her knickers too, Matron," instructed the evil, powerful man, delighting in the amazing view of the younger woman's upturned arse.
Even though Matron couldn't see Lara's face, hidden as it was by her thick dark hair falling down, she could hear the sobs of her favourite employee and knew that her face would be burning red. Pulling Lara's trousers off over her feet, one at a time, she reached up again, took the small thing in both her hands and began to pull it out of Lara's cheeks. As her bottom became more and more exposed, Lara felt Matron practically peel her sodden knickers away from her dripping pussy and she knew once more that her arousal would be clear for them both to see.
"I'll take those," demanded Mr Sanderson as he greedily snatched the knickers from Matron's outstretched hands. He lifted them to his face, luxuriating in the musky aroma of Lara's pussy. Matron would have loved to have sniffed those knickers herself but she knew who was the real boss here; she also knew there were even greater rewards to come if she played her part right.
Mr Sanderson caressed the smooth skin of Lara's sexy arse and marveled at the sight of her two perfect cheeks, each as round and as full as the other, both just waiting for his hand to strike. Lara tensed as she awaited the strike that was sure to follow his apparent tenderness, but this caused her cheeks to clench and served only to inflame his passion even more.
The first slap still took her by surprise, landing on her right cheek, landing hard and noisily. The sound of his meaty hand on her poor cheeks filled the room as he alternated between them both; now the left, then the right. Again and again he slapped her and Lara could feel the heat in her cheeks, the pain in her cheeks and the tingling in her pussy. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her again and she shuddered at the thought of her juices running out and staining Mr Sanderson's trousers.
Mr Sanderson was also slightly concerned about staining his trousers but it was his own pre-cum that he could feel leaking out that he was worried about. He had felt his cock starting to stir as soon as he had pulled Lara over his lap and now, with her still struggling, he was as hard as he had been in a long time.
As he finally seemed to grow tired of punishing Lara, Matron reached and slowly opened her employee's legs just a little wider. Mr Sanderson slowly slid his hand down from Lara's red cheeks and dipped his fingers in the juices running from her pussy. Offering his sticky fingers to Matron, she gladly opened her mouth to suck those juices quickly and once again savour the sweet taste. As he saw how eager the older woman was to please, he nodded his head and allowed her to proceed with their pre-arranged plan.
While Lara was still held across the owner's lap, Matron leaned forward and touched the dripping cunt before her with her soft tongue. Lara tried to struggle but it was no use; Mr Sanderson held her securely while the other woman was licking where only her husband had ever licked before. Matron started as near the top as she could and slowly started to lick up and down her favourite's already wet slit, drinking in her sweet juices, sure in the knowledge that it wouldn't be the last time.
Lara could feel herself getting more and more wet and she knew it wasn't just from the older woman's tongue. Up and down, up and down, deeper, and deeper, Matron's tongue probed as the younger woman squirmed on Mr Sanderson's lap, praying that she would not embarrass herself by cumming in front of the two of them.
