I had a feeling that Collette would be making herself extremely scarce the week her parents were away in an effort to avoid me so I made sure I was home Saturday morning as they took off in their car, Collette in the drive waving them bon voyage. They were barely out of the road and I was out of my front door heading across to their house. I was just in time too by the looks of it as I caught the teenage prostitute just as she was getting into her car. The sullen look on her face when she spotted me certainly didn't suggest she was pleased to see me, nor did her words.
"What do you want, you bastard?"
"Charming, especially as I can think of a far better use for that mouth of yours! As for what I want Collette, well I'm sure your father told you I could help you out while your parents were on holiday. Well I want to help you out tonight. At seven, come over to my house and I'll help you out OK. Oh and Collette, make sure you're wearing that sexy little outfit you wore to school most of last year, you know the skirt and stockings I mean. And pigtails, I liked it when you wore your hair like that."
She stammered and started to argue but I cut her short.
"Don't argue whore! Just be there, and don't worry I'll pay for your time, just like last time."
I left her with that though and headed back to my own house.
*
This was a real test of Collette's resolve. I did not expect her to pass it. If she was smart enough and tough enough she would call my bluff, realising that it wouldn't do me much good to inform her parents what she was up to. But that would require guts and I was fairly sure she didn't have them. And as I sat in my living room and watched her come out of her front door at seven o'clock I was gratified to be proved correct. As she turned from locking the front door I was treated to a rare sight. She was wearing her old school uniform alright, and how!
The great thing was that she had obviously gotten a little bigger since she had stopped wearing the uniform, particularly her tits. The cut off, tied at the bottom white school shirt she wore was really quite stretched. Her school tie hung down the middle cutely and the effect was an immediate erection for me. She was wearing a knee length black skirt, knee high white socks and black pumps. And as instructed her brown hair was bunched into cute little pigtails. For all the world she looked like and oversized school girl on her way to a lesson. Oh I was going to teach her a thing or too!
Ours was a quiet enough street but Collette hurried across it like someone with something to hide, I guess she wasn't comfortable being dressed like that! Good, once she rang my doorbell I left the bitch standings there for a full minute before I bothered answering it. When I did she had a face on and was all ready to launch into a full on whinge when I grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.
"That outfit suits you Collette you should use it at your little brothel, I'm sure it would get you lots more business."
She just crossed her arms and scowled at me but she didn't pass comment. She had obviously learned to keep her mouth shut and let me do the running. No doubt she was thinking this might give her and element of control. Well let the little bitch think that, we both knew who was the boss here.
"So what is it this time, " she eventually spat, "another free blow job?"
I smiled infuriatingly as I retorted.
"My, quite the feisty little whore today, aren't we? And Collette that is unfair, I did pay for that oral sex from you. One pound. That's just about the going rate for a gutterslut like you, isn't it? But as I need to spell things out for you here's how it is. Same as last time, you do exactly what I say and I don't tell your poor old parents that their little angel sucks and fucks strangers for cash. Deal?"
"This is blackmail."
"Not really, I don't give a fuck if I tell them or not. I'm sure I can pay for another prostitute quite easily doesn't have to be you, slut. But is it is I keep my mouth shut next time I speak to your old man. So make you mind up"
Her silence said it all.
"Right, if that's it for your pathetic pleading then lets get started, I've got so much I want to do. First, I think I should teach you some manners though. The way you speak to me and look at me is totally unacceptable for a fucking little whore to her better. From now on you will call me 'Sir', and to reinforce that get over her get over my knee and I'm going to give you a good hard spanking!""
Another look of disgust followed, would the dumb cunt ever learn? Still she eventually complied and reluctantly crossed my sitting room and laid herself tentatively across my outstretched knees. My cock grew more as her soft teenage breasts pressed against my legs and her pigtails trailed down too. In an instant I had the hem of her black school skirt on my hand and had flicked it up to reveal her white cotton panties. I hauled at them to wedge them between her ass cheeks, all the better to see them and then raised my right hand up.
"Collette? Sweetie? I want you to count each spank after I deliver it and to thanks me for it. You can count up to twenty, can't you?"
That was a mean jibe, I know but I enjoyed it and enjoyed the shiver of fury it brought from the teenager.
Then I brought my palm crashing down on her soft orb of a bum cheek and relished the high pitched yelp, the bright red hand mark as it materialised and her surly voice stating.
"One. Thank you Sir."
A sly grin spread across my face and I slapped down my second spank, targeting and finding the impact area of the first.
"Ow! Two. Thank you Sir!"
I gave her the twenty spanks I had promised, each one turning her bottom redder and redder. Her voice was getting angrier and more frustrated with each count. It was music to my ears. Still I wasn't intending to merely spank the bitch so on the last spank I slid her off my knees to the floor where she sat rubbing at her ass and glowering at me.
