Fay stood naked in her bedroom
and looked at herself in her full-length mirror. Although 22-years old,
her youthful, clear looks often made people think she was a few years
younger, and her wild mass of copper, wavy hair did little to make her
seem any older. She was only 5'3", and loved to dress in cute clothes,
favouring over-the-knee socks and short skirts with t-shirts or tight
blouses. This only served to show off her curves -- an eye-popping set
that meant that not many guys ever looked at her face anyway! Her slim,
shapely calves and soft, round thighs led on to a deliciously round and
full bottom and tidy, ginger-fuzzed pussy, before narrowing into a
petite waist and then on to her proudest feature -- her firm,
pink-nippled boobs which were a tremendous 32FF and all natural. All of
this made getting men (or women) very easy -- but it also made finding
someone interested in more than just tearing her clothes off quite
tricky. Ever since losing her virginity four years earlier she'd been
very sexually active (earning her some unflattering names at college)
but had always ended unsatisfied. She'd had sex with lots of men and a
fair few ladies, and a lot of it had been good, but after a few weeks
she was always bored and looking to move on and she was starting to
wonder what the problem was.
Pouting at the image of herself, Fay sighed and started to dress. It was
Saturday and she had the apartment to herself, but she fancied going
out for a walk. Loosely tying her hair back, she rummaged through the
mess of clothing scattered around her room. She pulled on some white,
satin bikini style panties, cut full over her peachy bum, and a matching
bra a size too small so that her huge breasts formed a cleavage that
was positively mesmerizing. Next some white, cotton over-the-knee socks
and a short, red tartan skirt followed by a black, low-necked vest that
showed her chest. Finally, some black pumps. Checking her reflection
again, she smiled: as ever, she'd have guys falling over themselves. The
thought brought a slight blush to her normally pale cheeks, but she was
done with guys, at least for a while. She'd split with her last
boyfriend during the week and was not sure what to do next in her
personal life.
Trotting down the steps to the street, Fay struck off in the direction
of the park. It was a warm day, but the sun was not too strong so she
was not worried about sunburn -- her pale, creamy skin didn't really
tan. As she meandered, she thought about her relationships. Sex was
always the reason they failed, and she was always the one who did the
splitting. It wasn't that she was against sex -- far from it, she'd have
it five times a day if she could. It was just that it always got
boring, and she wasn't really sure what she wanted to do to keep it
interesting. All the people that she'd slept with had simply wanted to
play with her boobs and then fuck, which was fine, but she wanted
more...she wanted dirtier. Dirtier? Where had that come from. She'd
arrived at the park, which was quiet. She found a bench shaded by a
large oak, and sat down to continue her thoughts.
Fay's upbringing had been very uptight, very middle-class and talking
about sex was very much off the table. Her daddy would be horrified if
he knew his little girl had been fucked by three men within a week of
turning 18, so nothing like that was ever talked about. For Fay, sex had
always been a strictly vanilla experience. But just thinking that word,
thinking 'dirty', had made her cheeks blush and her nipples tingle. Was
this her problem, she pondered, was it that she was the dirty slut that
her college room-mate (who'd discovered her boyfriend fucking Fay) had
alleged? The more she thought, the more it seemed right. Her best
relationships had been the ones she knew were wrong -- guys who already
had a girlfriend, a tutor, other girls. They'd all got boring
eventually, but maybe she'd just not gone far enough.
As she suddenly became conscious of the fact that she was sitting on a
public bench idly stroking her thighs and heavy breasts, Fay suddenly
stopped and looked around. Thankfully nobody was nearby, but she knew
that she was on the right path now, if simply thinking about trying
something new was enough to have her off in an erotic trance. Setting
off walking again, she mulled over what she should try. It was a thought
that had never occurred to her -- sex had always been something that
she was pursued for so constantly that initiating it never been an
issue. But if she did initiate something, what did she want to happen?
Out of the park now, she looked up, wondering where to go next, and her
mind was instantly made up for her. Across the road, on the corner of a
quiet intersection, was a seedy looking, dark blue-painted shop. Outside
hung a simple sign: XXX, over 21s only. A sex shop! Where could be
better?
Without pausing to lose her nerve, Fay dashed over the road and pushed
the door open, which quietly shut behind her. After the sunshine
outside, the store seemed dimly lit, and she stopped to look around,
scanning the wares on offer. To her left was a wall of magazines, the
covers all seeming to show blonde, tanned women with their obviously
enhanced breasts out. In front of her were several aisles of DVDs and to
her right was a frankly astonished looking guy of about 30, sitting
behind the counter and looking entranced by the beautiful, curvy redhead
in her painfully cute-but-sexy outfit.
"Ahhh...excuse me, but are you 21?" he managed to croak.
"22, actually," Fay replied sweetly. "I'm just browsing." She sounded
confident, but actually her heart was hammering, so she turned her back
on the man and walked purposefully down the first aisle and started to
look at the DVDs.
Although simply being in this place was exciting her, the material on
offer was disappointing -- movie after movie of pretty, blonde girls
getting screwed. They all seemed to offer threesomes, which was a place
to start, she supposed, but wasn't really what she was after -- not that
she knew what she was after. Frustrated, she glanced up to look at the
man again. As with most guys, he was trying to stare at her without
being caught, and was failing hopelessly. He looked quite attractive,
actually, slim, brown-haired, scruffy, maybe 5'10" -- not the slovenly
old man she'd imagined would be in here. A thought suddenly hit her, and
before she could decide against it, she acted on the impulse and strode
over to the counter.
"Hello, I wonder if you can help me?" The man dragged his gaze from her deep cleavage to look her in the face.
"Ummm, sure, what can I do?"
Fay frowned slightly, but decided to push on. "Well, I'm not sure. I was
looking for something...unusual, maybe?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well,
maybe not unusual, but something naughtier than the DVDs you've got.
Something, I don't know, dirty?"
There, she's said it. Her pussy was tingling, her nipples were almost
throbbing and her face felt like it was red with embarrassment, but she
hoped she looked less uncomfortable than the guy behind the counter did!
"Ah, ok," he paused, nonplussed. Gorgeous girls simply did not come into
sex shops and ask for 'something dirty' -- well, they didn't other than
in the sort of DVDs that she'd decided weren't good enough. "Well, we
have some of the kinkier stuff over here." He slid off the stool he'd
been reading on (a real novel, Fay noted, not a porno mag) and walked
around the corner to the corner of the shop furthest from the door. Fay
chewed her bottom lip, nervous now, but followed him. He continued,
pointing at various sections of the shelves. "So, there's bondage, foot
fetish stuff, bukkake, older guys, pregnant girls, watersports,
spanking..."
"What's bukkake?" interrupted Fay. The assistant looked like he couldn't
decide if he was confused or amazed, but he shrugged and handed her a
DVD.
"Well, simply it's loads of guys cumming on a girl's face."
Fay studied the box and then handed it back. "Thanks. And watersports?"
He took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, before turning his
back to her whilst he pointed at some DVD boxes. "There's different
stuff, really, but it all boils down to, uhh, pissing. Guys on girls,
girls on guys, drinking it, doing it outside, doing it in clothes..." He
tailed off and turned back to her, but Fay didn't notice. She was lost
in thought, his words crashing around in her head. Watersports! Now,
that sounded naughty -- and dirty!
The assistant, who was called Andy, took this opportunity to study her.
She really was the most fantastically gorgeous girl he'd laid eyes on --
pretty face, hair in coppery trails down her back and a body to make
Jessica Rabbit pout at the unfairness of it! Andy coughed, to get her
attention back, and continued with his pitch. "We've toys too, all the
usual vibrators and dildos, plus handcuffs, paddles, canes...whatever
you may, ummm, want, really." He shrugged and waited for a response from
the redhead.
Fay's mind was buzzing. She'd never been as turned on in her life, and
could not decide which way to turn. She felt hot and distracted, as she
tried to pick out what had excited her most from what the assistant had
been saying. She wanted almost all of it, and didn't know what to buy
first and...and she'd left her purse at home. However, before she could
even start to feel disappointed her sexually overcome brain supplied an
answer -- after all, vanilla sex with dozens of guys may not have been
kinky, but it had taught her that most men were powerless in front of
her, even if she'd rather be powerless in front of them (now where had
that thought come from?).
"Right," she started, "it's like this. I want to try some new stuff --
and I really like the things that you've been showing me. But, I've not
brought my purse. Now, ever since I walked in here you've been looking
down my top, so I figured we could maybe make a deal?"
"A deal?" Andy murmured.
"Yes, a deal. I already told you I was looking for something dirty, and
you're a better looking guy than I expected to find in here. So, tell
me, what do you like on these shelves?"
She'd taken a step closer to him, and Andy could almost feel the heat
coming off her. This was just simply unreal, but he'd never been a man
to look a gift horse in the mouth (although he'd never met a gift horse
in the shape of a fantastic, sex-mad redhead with massive boobs).
"What do I like? Why, what deal did you have in mind?"
Fay paused, realising that he sounded more assertive now. However, she'd
come this far. "The deal I've got in mind, "she stepped closer, her
soft tits which were straining her top now brushing against his chest,
"is that you can do to me whatever you like and in return I can have
whatever I like from the shop. Deal?"
"Serious?"
She moved closer again, her boobs now pressed against him and he could
smell her gentle, musky scent. Stretching up (he was seven inches taller
than her) she kissed him, and whispered "Serious."
Andy turned, marched to the door and quickly flicked the catch, locking them in. He turned back to face her.
"I'm Andy. What's your name?"
"Fay," she answered quietly.
"Well, Fay, you said you wanted naughty and dirty, so here's the deal. I
want you to take off your top and your bra so that I can see your
fucking massive tits. Then I want you to bring me the cane that I just
showed you. I'm going to spank you and cane you on your ass whilst you
bend over the counter," he pointed to a spot. "You seemed to like the
wetting DVD, so I hope you need to go to the toilet, because I am going
to keep spanking you until you piss into your panties. After that, well,
I've not decided. If you agree to that you can have the cane, and you
can have the DVD. Well?"
Fay looked down and thought. This was so wrong, so sluttish, so naughty
and rude and...dirty. Looking up she stared fiercely at Andy, her jaw
set. "You'd better make it hard." With that, she hauled her vest off,
dropping it to the ground, and unclasped her bra. Her huge, soft breasts
swung free, wobbling slightly but so firm and proud. Giving him a
moment to admire them she plucked the thin, whippy cane off the fall and
walked towards him. Andy's eyes were glued to her chest -- he wasn't
entirely certain that he hadn't died and gone to heaven.
Stopping in front of him, Fay proffered the cane, which he took and set
down on the counter. Before he could speak she gave him an insolent pout
and turned to lean over the counter. Her tits were crushed into the
counter top and her back was arched, her chubby bottom offered up and
waiting with her legs straight. Andy stepped forward and flipped her
skirt up, revealing her white panties, the satin material stretched taut
across her cheeks. He dragged his palm across her buttocks, cupping
them and feeling the weight of them. Fay was in a turmoil. She'd never
been spanked in her life, let alone by a complete stranger in exchange
for some goods. It basically made her a whore. A dirty whore. She closed
her eyes as the thought rushed over her and made her even more turned
on. What on earth was wrong with her?
It was the last coherent thought she had for a while. Deciding to forego
any warm up, Andy laid a firm slap across her left bottom cheek, then a
harder one across the right. As her skin was so pale, a light pink
blush was immediately raised and the impression of his palm was clear.
Fay winced and exhaled sharply, and before there was a further reaction
he spanked again, four swift smacks to each cheek, the crack from each
resounding around the store.
"Owwww" cried Fay softly under her breath, and she started to cry
softly. The spanking hurt, but at no time was she regretting the deal
she'd offered. She was so horny that nothing seemed out of the question.
The smacks kept falling, sharp and hard, keeping to a rhythm of Andy's
devising, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes landing a few on one
and then a few on the other. He covered her whole bottom with spanks,
from the cheeks to the fold at the tops of her thighs where her ass
curved into her legs. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.
Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. The tattoo of slaps onto her now
reddened bottom continued. Her cheeks were glowing hot, blotchy and red
and the sting was getting as much as she could bear. Remembering the
deal, Fay realised that he intended to keep spanking her until she
pissed in her pants. Tears were now running down her face, and she was
sobbing and snivelling with the increasing pain in her behind. At the
same time, the crotch of her knickers was already wet, but with her
pussy rather than pee. She felt like she was made of sex.
Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Andy continued, his arm like a
piston as he slapped and smacked her firm, round bottom, the full
cheeks bouncing and wobbling with the impact of his hand. He wasn't sure
how much more she could take. For her part, nor was Fay, and she was
doing her best to concentrate on going to the toilet, but she'd not gone
to the toilet in her panties since she was little, and never whilst
bending over the counter in a sex shop and being spanked by a stranger!
Fay tried to ignore the hand falling repeatedly onto her scorched ass
and focused all her attention on her bladder. She'd not been to the loo
at all, so how hard could it be? She was not going to be able to sit
down for a week, at this rate, when, finally, with a choked gasp, she
seemed to burst. Andy stopped spanking immediately as hot, yellow piss
flooded from her lips, soaked the crotch of her panties and bubbled
through the material between her thighs. Streams ran down her legs,
soaking her over-the-knee socks and staining them yellow.
"You're so bad, so dirty," she heard Andy say as she strained to keep
peeing. She was dimly aware that he'd moved, she heard a swish and then,
as her piss continued to soak her clothes and splash into a pool on the
floor, a burning stripe exploded across her ass as Andy caned her.
"Nooooo," she cried, but she didn't try to get up. Her left arm was now
curled under her on the counter, squeezing and grasping at her tear-wet
boobs, and her right was reaching between her legs, rubbing frantically
at her cunt. He caned her again, then again, the whippy cane slashing
across her stinging behind and leaving red stripes across her already
burning cheeks. Fay continued to try to pee, as the cane marked her
thighs, her legs treading gently, her pumps squelching as they filled
with her pee, her hand a blur at the front of her pissy panties.
Suddenly, powerfully, her orgasm took her, and she collapsed, shuddering
across the counter, gasping and trembling. Andy stopped caning her and
just watched her, as she collected herself. Her thighs and ass were an
angry, weal-marked red, her panties and socks were soaking wet and
yellow with her pee, tears and snot had run from her face onto her
swollen breasts.
Unsteadily, Fay stood up and turned to face him, still catching her
breath. "Thank you," she half whispered. "That was the best orgasm I've
ever had."
Lee swallowed, feeling dazed himself. "You're...you're welcome. I guess." He waved vaguely at the shelves. "Help yourself."
To Be Continued...
Public pooping as a punishment for peeing?