You're the kind of woman I'm looking for here at the Agency. But she had imagined far worse when in the taxi ride over. Only my students call me by my surname."She nodded. He took it and shook it dramatically, "Deal."Margaret finished off her coffee and put the mug on the table.I very much look forward to getting to know you better, Margaret. Those everythings.' She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. Actually, I used to work in a bank until I got paid off a month ago," she told him as his eye brows danced around on his forehead. "Oh my," he gasped, "And now you work for this Agency. That really is quite the career change."She raised her mug to him, "And this is my first day on the job and you're my first client, Mr Swails. "Maybe it was the coffee but she could feel herself warming to her new occupation rather nicely. All sorts of weird thoughts had gone through her head as she wondered what her first customer would be like. The clock was ticking and she needed to get a move on. You could do a whole lot of things in two hours and the thought of doing those things made her itchy pussy begin to lubricate herself.Anything extra they were willing to do was simply a bonus for themselves and their customers. Gotcha." She then left the room with all eleven women watching her go with bemused stares.Dolly collected all the application forms and handed them over to her boss. I made sure they filled in all their details in reception. Dolly, it had to be said, didn't have a nasty bone or thought in her cute little bosomy body.He was, by every definition, a bookworm and teacher of the good word. He was stood in his bathroom wearing an armless white vest and an oversized pair of blue candy striped boxers as he vigorously brushed his teeth this way and that. He really needed to eat more red meat as he watched his Adam's apple bobbing nervously up and down. He left his bathroom and padded across the landing to his bedroom as he glanced at the latest issue of Adult Monthly News that was on his bedside table. What was done was done and whatever happens, will happen anyway. He might actually experience the one thing that meant more to him sexually than anything else. And, there on the page in front of him, was an advert for a Spanking Agency. She turned around in her heels and showed off her well shaped and padded posterior to him before bending forward slightly and resting her hands on her knees. Swails," she said seductively as she undid the buttons of her blouse, "Where exactly do you want me?Today was a day to wash behind the ears and in all those other places your mother never mentioned in polite company. When he had first opened the newspaper and saw THAT advert his heart had fallen down to his boots and rebounded back up again in a fit of extreme excitement. A place where ladies bottoms were for hire at the right price. He was still amazed he managed to say anything at all when the lady from the Agency had answered the phone. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the panting dog look on his flushed face. "It had been so long since she'd been spanked that she had nearly forgotten the sheer electric thrill of it as she shuffled across his lap as he sat on his worn leather sofa licking his lips as he watched her fat bottom wriggling under his nose."Crikey, Margaret," he gasped as she let him pull and tug her knickers this way and that, "You have an absolutely splendid rear bumper."She humped her hips up and down feeling his swelling tumescence growing in his trousers underneath her teasing gyrations.
Interviews that had been booked through her various "contacts" she had met over the years. Molly nodded and pushed back her leather chair from behind her desk. I may as well see them all together, to begin with," she indicated, waving her hand."Righty-ho," said her secretary, "Won't be a tick."There was a slight commotion outside as the ten women filed in and stood looking fidgety and nervous before the desk where their potential new boss sat.
Doing something like this kills two birds with one stone; satisfy my love of spanking and to help kick start my sex life."Molly sat back in her chair and picked up her application form."Well, Mrs Jackson, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. ' All things considered, sat here in his kitchen, events had turned out just fine in the end as she felt the ice slowly beginning to melt between them at last."Oh, an absolute honour and privilege to be sure," he grinned as he raised his coffee mug to gently tap hers, "And do please call me Timothy or Tim.
You come across as sensible, level-headed, and confident in your sexuality. The last thing I want is for our session to feel so formal. " She put down her mug and held out her hand for him to shake across the table.
Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade.
Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand old city went about their daily routines. Mrs Brewster looked up from the faded glossy magazine she was reading as the door opened and the bell above it rang.