I had my belt in my hand, but I stopped placed it on the counter and stood back. Looking at Claire, there was no uneasiness, no embarrassment for her.
I hooked a finger and thumb into the tiny string on each hip, and yanked downwards, positioning her thong level with her knees. She hadn’t even flinched. I picked up the belt, tucked the buckle and the end into my right hand so it formed a loop and stood to her left.
My first stroke was soft, she could feel the cold brown leather rubbing her milky white buttocks. Her skin was soft and unblemished. Not a single mark.
I raised my arm to shoulder level and brought it down quickly, striking her hard. She gasped and arched her back, but never complained. The welt was as instant as the cracking sound that echoed around the bus.
I stroked the redness gently with my hand.
“And what do we say?”
“Thank you”
I lifted the hand higher than last time and cracked it against her skin. She gasped and muttered “ouch”
“Excuse me?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered.
There were two very distinct welts appeared on her backside. The third one joined the two welts into one, the fourth, fifth and sixth made both of her buttocks glow a deep red all over. After each crack of my belt, she would thank me.
I placed my hand on her arse cheek and was struck by the warmth. I couldn’t bring myself to give her more strokes on her glowing skin, but I hadn’t broken her enough yet. I looked into her eyes, and they told me she had more to give and needed me to take it.
I pushed her feet together and watched as her thong fell to the floor. I ran the loop of the belt down her thighs to just above her knees. I checked for signs that this was too much for her, but there were none, so I took one gentle stroke. She received it the same as she did the others, “Thank you, Sir.”
I had never used the thighs for spanking, so I was a little cautious at first, but there was no reaction from her. Her skin reacted though, instantly warmed, and started to glow. With each stroke the white became red until the entire area from the very top of her buttocks to the crease in the back of her knees was one hot glowing area of delicious pain.
I turned her around and still her eye’s asked for more. I knew she was going to feel the welts all afternoon as she sat on the vinyl bus seat. I knew the discomfort she would be in, and so did she, but she wouldn’t break and say no more.
I kissed her “good girl”
“Thank you, Sir. Have I been punished enough now?” She smiled, a delicious naughty and cheeky grin.
“No. Get on your knees”
Her smile widened as she dropped to her knees, ready to take me in her mouth.
“Undo the buttons on your dress”
She seemed slightly hesitant at first, but I could see the point her mind thought oh well and she quickly undid them all, starting quite strangely at the bottom button. Soon, she was semi naked, her dress like an open pair of curtains, the only thing covering her was her lacy black bra, which matched the thong discarded at the side of her.
I reached down and tucked my fingers inside the right-hand cup of her bra, grabbing her breast I pulled it out and then did the same to the left. Claire looked up at me, eager to know if she was pleasing me.
I guided her hands so that she was cupping her tits and pushing them up together, presenting them to me.
I picked up the belt, holding it in my left hand, I placed my right hand around it about six inches down its length leaving a short strap and with a flick of my right wrist, I brought the cold harsh leather down hard on her gorgeous pink nipple.
“Fucker” she screamed, before stuttering “Sorry” and when she regained her composure she added “Thank you, Sir”
I smiled. “Well, well, well. I think I have found your weak point”
She nodded and bit her bottom lip.
I quickly repeated the action but this time on her other nipple. “Ouch!”
“Please no more”
Her eyes confirmed it was enough. I bent down and kissed her.
Standing up, it was obvious that my cock was rock hard, and Claire’s eyes were drawn to it.
“So do you want to suck my cock now?”
“Yes please”
I undid my zip and pulled my 7 inches out. Claire started to move forward to take me into her willing mouth, ready to greedily suck and service me. Her eyes were no longer showing the pain but showed pure lust. She wanted my cock in her.
“How much do you want it?”
“A lot, Sir”
“Really? Beg for it”
I looked down, her dress was almost falling off. Her breasts hanging over the cups on her bra, her pink nipples looking solid and swollen, her pussy lips parted and wet. She needed a cock inside her.
“Please Sir, can I have your cock, please!” Her piercing green eyes were begging me. I had been wanking as I teased her and I was already close. I moved forward so that my bell-end was just about touching her lips and she opened her mouth. She moved forward but I placed my hand on top of her head and held her still. She looked up at me, trying to show her displeasure, but still trying to push her mouth forward to encase me.
I felt the familiar feeling of losing control. I moved my left hand from the top of her head to her chin, and gripped her face, keeping her mouth open by pushing my fingers and thumb into her cheeks. I carried on masturbating with my right hand.
She knew I was ready and closed her eyes, pushing her tongue out to catch every drop of my cum as it sprayed into her mouth, over her lips, chin and nose.
I watched as she licked her lips, smiling at me.
“Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure” I smiled.
“Erm, I could do with something to wipe my face”
I saw her thong and picked it up. It was wet on the crotch. I used that bit to wipe my cum from her chin, and her nose.
I lifted my eyebrow as I looked down at my cock. She knew what she had to do and licked the tip before putting it fully inside her mouth, sucking the last drops from it. She ran her tongue around the inside of my foreskin, cleaning me.
She remained in position, dutifully on her knees, until I gave her permission to move. She watched as I tucked my shrinking cock back in to my jeans and did my zip up, and she watched intensively as I pushed my belt through the loops. I leant back and instructed her to get herself dressed.
She stuffed her huge tits back into the bra and buttoned up the dress, again starting from the bottom button. Her thong still sat where I had discarded it.
I pointed to it “Put it back on.” It was the first time I had seen her looked shocked, but she did as she was told.
“Coffee” I said as I climbed back into the driver’s seat and pulled my flask from the bag which was tucked down the side.
Claire sat down and wriggled in her seat. I couldn’t tell what was more uncomfortable, the red glow that ran down her buttocks to her knees, or the cold wet feeling of my spunk rubbing against her crotch.
I watched her as I sipped my coffee, and she undid a healthy snack bar. There was no clue as to what had just happened.
I don’t know if Claire didn’t like the silence or she really wanted to discuss the afternoon ahead with me, but I got full verse on the five remaining stops and the people we would meet. It sounded like it was going to be quite busy at the stops.
I watched as she talked, and I was intrigued by her. I had first met her about 30 hours before and I had started to claim her as mine.
“You intrigue me” I told her.
“Do I?”
“Yes, I know nothing about you, but I do, if you know what I mean?”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything”
“There isn’t much to tell, but if you ask, I will answer”
“So what do you know about being collared?”
She explained she had found a writer, almost by accident one day a couple of years before, a woman called Claire Thompson who had written a book called The Auction. As soon as she had read it, it made sense to her. She understood what had been wrong with her life.
We set off for our next stop and Claire explained her life from about 10 to 28 in short bursts.
She told me about her youth, being in church groups and how she was the girl who would show boys her knickers if they asked. As she grew up, she became more interested in boys, but she was never into the nice boys, always like the bad ones, the rough ones that were always in trouble. She said she had never really understood herself, always thought she was a bit weird and didn’t even know there was a name for it. She had led a sheltered life and reading that book had given her the sense that it was alright to be the way she was.
“You know I told you about the lad in the car, when I said no but he didn’t listen?”
“Yes”
“Well, while he was fucking me, his friend was outside of the car”
“Yeah, you told me”
“He was watching me”
“I bet he was”
“He was wanking, and I could not look away. I know it was strange, but I liked it. I liked watching him watching me, I wanted him to watch me”
“Really?” I said quite surprised, but she didn’t respond as we had just pulled up outside a village post office and there was a small queue waiting for us. Claire jumped up to greet them.
My cock was hard and uncomfortable trapped in my boxer shorts, and I shifted in my seat. Claire glanced back and looked at me, smiling as if she knew.
A few minutes later, I was starting the engine as Claire sat down. She lowered herself gingerly.
“Sore backside?” I asked
“A little, but it’s nice” she smiled.
“So where were we?”
“Oh yes. I was saying about Gavin. He was in my church group, and he was friends with Rob. I was dating Rob”
“Dating Rob? I didn’t think you were from what you said?”
“Well, I wasn’t until then but he told me that were going out, so I thought why not. He was kind of my first boyfriend. I got on better with Gavin, I didn’t really like Rob but it just kind of happened.”
“So how long did it last?”
“About three weeks. I couldn’t introduce him to my parents, so when I met him, I had to say I was going to church group or going to Gavin’s to study. If I went to Gavin’s, he had to walk me there and back and speak to my parents”
“I see”
“Gavin would get me, and then we would meet Rob at the shops down the road and then go off with him. About half an hour before we had to be in Rob would drive to a car park and kick Gavin out of the car”
“While you fucked Rob?”
“Yes, and Gavin would watch”
“And wank?”
“Most of the time but then Rob started getting jealous and would drop Gavin off and make him wait for me”
“And you didn’t like that?”
“No. It was alright but it was just a bit, well boring really. Rob didn’t want Gavin with us and it just wasn’t fun, so I finished it”
“I see, so what about you and Gavin”
“Oh, I fucked him, the night I finished with Rob, I went round to his house. His parents weren’t in, and we were talking”
“And?”
“I remember I was so turned on, and I asked him if he fancied me”
“And I presume he said yes?”
“Not really, he said he that he liked me as a friend, but I wasn’t his type”
“Ouch!”
“Yeah, that is exactly how I felt”
“I thought you said you fucked him?”
“I did”
I pulled on the handbrake, and Claire smiled cheekily, knowing I wanted more details immediately, she reached across to the dashboard and pressed the open-door button before jumping up and saying “Hello Agatha? How are you today my lovely?”
“Ok, that’s it” Claire said as she sat down, and I set off back to the garage.
“So, what about Gavin?” I asked
“Well, when he told me he didn’t fancy me it kind of…” her voice trailed off.
“Kind of?”
“Well,” she started, obviously embarrassed “It really turned me on”
“The fact that he didn’t fancy you turned you on?”
“Yes, no... ,I don’t know it’s hard to explain. Not that he didn’t fancy me, but he had watched and couldn’t help himself”
“I see, so go on”
“I asked him why he didn’t fancy me, and he said I was a bit chubby for him, he fancied thin girls”
“Bit rude” I said.
“Exactly! I asked him how come he had wanked himself off watching me and he said what did I expect? He said something about any hole is a goal even if it is a fat chick.”
“So what did you do?”
She started to blush and looked at the floor of the vehicle.
“So what did you do?” I repeated.
Her voice was incredibly quiet as she said “I undid my dress”
“And?”
“I took my knickers off.”
“Nice. What did he do?”
“He just looked at me. I have never been so embarrassed. I honestly thought he wasn’t going to”
“But he did?”
“I almost had to beg him”
“Really? 17 and begging for cock? How did you beg him?”
“I asked him, and he just stood looking at me, so I laid on the sofa and spread my legs”
“So did he get his cock out?”
“Not until I promised I wouldn’t ever tell anyone, then he got his cock out, but stood wanking”
“And?”
“I fingered myself for him, and he watched. I didn’t think he was going to fuck me, so I said I might be fat, but he could have my hole”
“Nice”
“He got between my legs and put his cock in me. It only lasted two minutes until he came. Then he got off me and told me if I ever told anyone he would deny it. He didn’t want it known that he had fucked the fat slut. He threw me my knickers and told me to get out. He didn’t even kiss me or anything”
“Pleasant!”
“He just about dragged me out of the house and kicked me out”
Her voice went quite again, incredibly quiet, so quiet that I couldn’t hear what she said.
“I couldn’t hear that”
“I came”
“You came?”
“Yes. I got home and Mum and Dad were really annoyed that he hadn’t walked me home and they went mad. I said we had an argument and then I stormed off to bed. In my room, I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not having sex with him, that was rubbish, worse than Rob, but just, I don’t know really, he called me a fat slut and throwing me out of the house. It just really turned me on. I came as soon as I touched myself. It was weird but I felt cheap and dirty and it just made me feel so good. I couldn’t explain it”
“Well, I like cheap and dirty” I beamed at her, and she poked her tongue out at me.
We were round the corner from the garage and as I pulled up, Claire reached over and hit the button for the back door, her hand touched my left leg, and she rubbed up my thigh until her fingers just touched the outline of my balls.
Five minutes later the bus had been reversed into the garage, and Claire climbed back on board.
I looked at my watch, I had something to do that evening and had to be away on time.
“I only have five minutes, or I will be late” I nodded to the counter and Claire knew.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
“Bend over the counter and get your knickers down”
Claire did not need telling twice, she laid the top part of her body over the counter, flicked her dress up her back and pulled her thong down, allowing it to fall to the floor once more. She stepped out of it and spread her legs.
I was behind her, undoing my belt, I pulled down my zip and pulled my jeans down to my knees, my cock hard and stood out in front of me. Claire reached behind her with both hands, grabbing her own buttocks she parted them, putting her pussy and arsehole on display.
“My holes are yours Sir”
I put my cock inside her and started to move slowly. “Have you got a suspender belt and stockings?”
“Yes” she managed to pant.
“A Basque?”
“Yes”
“Good. Now, Listen, here” I had difficulty getting the words out so I slowed my rhythm slightly
“Tomorrow, I need a lift into work”
“Ok”
“So I need you to pick me up at the Seniors corner at 7:30”
“Ok, but what are you saying about a Basque?”
“Tomorrow, you wear a dress like this” I tugged at the dress folded up her back”
“Ok”
“And underneath, I want a Basque, suspender belt and stockings”
“But, I can’t wear that on here”
I reached up and grabbed her long red hair that draped over her back and almost touching her arse. I would it around in my fingers until I had a firm grip and I pulled it backwards towards me.
“Then make sure you wear a dress that fucking hides it. Understand? You want to earn my collar don’t you”
“Yes, Yes please Sir”
“Ok, now I am going to dump my cum inside you now and then I am going to wipe my cock with your hair “
“With my hair?”
“Yes slut. And you are going to wear my cum in your hair all the way home, any fucking objections?”
I shot my load deep into her and pulled out as it was still dribbling from the end of my cock.
“Turn around and kneel down”
“Sir”
She knelt in the position I had her in a number of times over the two days I had known her, but this time, she wasn’t going to get my cock in her mouth. She took a handful of her hair and carefully dabbed at the end of my cock.
“Wipe it clean”
“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t get a long red hair on your cock. Wouldn’t be good to go home with that would it Sir?”
“You are a perfect slut, aren’t you?” I complimented her as I thought to myself, you have no idea. My mind wandered back to the night before as Kate had been gagged with the remains of Claires pastel yellow knickers with the cute red and white flowers.
“You don’t need to worry about the odd long red hair” I said as I stroked the side of her face.
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