Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 47    Tuesday    July 11, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Fifteen
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Twelve

         "I thought pie was for desert, not bosoms," Bill said.  Martin 
swallowed the ice cream as he lifted his head to regard Bill.  
         "Melanie got a little aggressive," Martin said.  
         "Oh, and what were you up to, young lady?" Bill asked.  Melanie 
looked at the man with big eyes.
         "They were kissing," Melanie said, pointing to Anna and Bill.
         "So?" Bill asked, closing on Melanie.
         "So I stopped them!" Melanie said.  Bill looked over at Martin and 
Anna, as did Melanie.  Martin had lowered his head back down to Anna's 
tee and was licking the ice cream stain on her shirt.
         Bill stood over Melanie and looked down at her.  "They're not 
kissing anymore, are they?" Bill asked, his voice stern.
         "Uh, no sir," Melanie said in a small voice.  Her imposition had 
only made the couple more amorous.  In an attempt to placate the big 
man towering over her she let her small hands slip forward and take 
the sides of his pants, on either side of Bill's crotch.  She looked down 
at him and a little smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she saw 
the bulge in Bill's pants.  Bill put his hands firmly upon Melanie's upper 
arms.
         "It was naughty of you to put ice cream on Anna's breast," Bill 
said to Melanie.
         "Yes, sir," Melanie said with lowered eyes.
         "Come," Bill said, and led Melanie by the hand out to the living 
room.  Melanie did not look at Susie as she was taken out.  Did the girl 
want what Susie suspected Bill had in store for her?
         "Melanie has been a bad girl and must learn a little lesson," Bill 
said to Bev, who reclined on a low slung couch.
         "Oh, my!" Bev said airily.  She lifted her daiquiri and sipped upon 
it through a straw.
         Bill sat himself on a straightbacked chair and bade Melanie to lie 
over his lap.  Obediently the girl dropped herself tummy first upon the 
man's knees.  Susie stepped out from the kitchen just as Bill flipped up 
the back of Melanie's miniskirt.  He pulled down the rear of Melanie's 
white little panties, leaving them to bunch about the tops of her thighs.  
Susie put her hand to her lips in alarm.
         "Please sir, I didn't mean to put ice cream on Anna's boob," 
Melanie said.  Bill gazed down the girl's succulent twin nether spheres, 
squirming slightly in trepidation of his first blow.  
         "How old are you?" Bill asked.
         "Only sixteen, sir!" Melanie said.
         "Well, that's old enough to know that a woman's blouse is not the 
proper repository for ice cream, don't you think?" Bill asked.
         "Yes, sir," Melanie said.  "I promise I'll never do it again."
         "Indeed you will not, at least for the duration of dessert, for your 
bottom will be made to remind you of your naughtiness," Bill said, and 
with that brought his hand down upon Melanie's bottom in a loud slap.
         "Oooch!" Melanie howled, her head rearing up from the blow.
         SLAP! came the hand again, provoking another emission from 
Melanie.  
         SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  In rapid succession now Bill's hand 
disciplined Melanie's saucy little bottom, which wriggled and clenched 
upon his knees in a frantic effort to throw off the pain even as it was 
delivered.  Melanie's squirmings did nothing to keep down the growing 
lump in Bill's crotch.
         "I see Melanie is getting her due," Anna said, strolling out of the 
kitchen.  She and Martin were holding hands.  Both looked slightly 
flushed.  The hem of Anna's tee was now folded across the uppermost 
curve of her breasts, where they joined the flatness of her upper chest.  
Both her areolas shone with saliva.
         "Come, Bev said to Susie, patting the spot beside her on the couch.  
Dutifully Susie sat down.  Bev looked Susie in the eye and let her gaze 
drift downward, to the jutting of her breasts.  "Wouldn't you like to 
bare your bosoms like Anna?" Bev asked Susie.  "I'm sure they're just as 
pretty."
         "I want to go back to the hotel," Susie said in a whisper.  Bev 
laughed.
         "Not until we've had dessert, darling," Bev said.  It escaped Susie 
all that dessert could entail.  
         "I'll go fix it then, since everyone else seems to be otherwise 
engaged," Susie said.  She rose and walked purposefully toward the 
kitchen, her abbreviated miniskirt flipping dangerously high with her 
every step.  Anna and Martin left the door of the kitchen as Susie 
approached and the couple headed for Beverly.  They sat down next to 
the woman and snuggled together.  Martin magnanimously put his arm 
about his wife's waist even as he lifted his hand to toy with the nipple 
of another man's wife.  Before them Melanie lay stretched over Bill's 
knees.  
         "Boo!  Hoo!  Hoo!  Please stop, sir!" Melanie cried.  It was hard to 
tell whether the girl's sobs were authentic or forced.  There were 
splurges of pink upon her snowy bottom where Bill's hand had landed.  
The globes quivered with her sobs.
         Susie gave a start as she heard the spanking begin again.  She 
tried to ignore the sound as she stood in the kitchen, scooping ice 
cream out of its paper box and carefully plopping it onto the waiting 
slices of cherry pie.  Melanie howled ever louder, as if to make up for 
all the spankings she had missed crying over as a little girl.  Susie had 
learned that Melanie had only become reacquainted with her father 
recently, after he had managed to force an adjustment in the divorce he 
had gotten with her mother years earlier.  Susie wondered if when 
Melanie first met her father after the years of separation she had tried 
to do something naughty to get him to spank her.  Being raised by a 
single mom did something to a girl, made her yearn for the firm hand of 
a man.  
         With mincing steps, unsteady on her heels, Susie reentered the 
emotionally charged living room.  The last thing Susie wanted was to be 
caught up in the discipline that was so lustfully being administered by 
Bill.  Gracefully Susie served first Bev, then Martin.  As Susie bent over 
her halter top, tied loosely, drooped to reveal her bosoms.  Susie 
regretted having tied her halter in so flirtatious a manner at the hotel, 
then almost enjoyed it as she noticed Martin shift his interest from 
Anna's fine tits to her own.
         Anna dipped her finger in Martin's ice cream and sucked on it with 
a pout as she waited for Susie to return (she hoped!) with her own 
serving.  A moment later Susie came back out of the kitchen with two 
more plates.  She gave one to Anna and then seated herself beside the 
brunette.  She cut a little corner off her pie and popped it into her 
mouth.  Her eyes shifted to Melanie.
         The 16-year-old's breasts had managed to bounce out from 
underneath the hem of her tee during her spanking.  They wiggled 
enticingly with every slap, as if begging to be milked by some farmer.  
Susie wondered what it would be like to have her teats fitted into a 
milking machine.  
         "OOOoooh!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" Melanie wailed.  Her bottom was 
quite red now.  Bill lifted his hand and gave her a final slap.  
         "Have you learned your lesson?" Bill asked, gazing down at the 
girl's tousled mane of hair.  Melanie bit her upper lip and nodded.
         Suddenly Anna rose from the settee, her dessert plate in hand.  
She walked over to where Melanie lay.  Her bottom rolled deliciously as 
she walked.  The hem of her skirt just covered the base of her bottom.  
Suddenly Anna bent forward.  Her skirt lifted, baring the delectable 
underside of her pantied rear.  Anna spooned her scoop of ice cream 
from her pie and held the spoon aloft, over Melanie's bottom.
         "This will make you feel just what I did," Anna said, and turned 
her delicate wrist so that the spoon she was holding lost its ice cream.  
The vanilla scoop fell through the air and landed with a wet PLOP! on 
Melanie's red heinie.  
         "Oooh!" Melanie said.  Bill watched delightedly as the melting 
mound of ice cream issued rivulets of fluid down the crack of Melanie's 
bottom.  
         "That wasn't nice," Melanie pouted, looking up at Anna as the 
woman sashayed back over to the couch.  Almost as an afterthought, 
Melanie broke once more into sobs.  Anna sat back down between Martin 
and Susie.
         "I agree with Melanie," Bill said, gazing at his wife.  "Plopping 
your ice cream on Melanie's bottom was uncalled for.  Two wrongs, 
after all, don't make a right.  My spanking more than disciplined 
Melanie.  Come here, Anna, I'm going to spank you too!"  For a moment 
Anna looked shocked.  Martin grinned.
         "Wives, obey your husbands," Martin quoted from scripture, seeing 
Anna's recalcitrance.  The young woman regained her composure and 
tossed back her mane of curls with first one hand, then the other.  
Regally she rose from the couch.  Her hips seemed to give an extra 
wiggle with each step as she obediently walked over to her waiting 
husband.
         Anna stood erect as a statue before her husband and reached under 
her skirt at the rear.  A moment later and her panties came sliding 
down her her long thighs.  Bending forward, she slipped the panties past 
her knees.  Her skirt lifted simultaneously to give an unobstructed view 
of her lower bottom.  Anna shimmied her panties down the curve of her 
calves and then lifted first one foot, then the other.  As if offering her 
panties as a prize, she lifted them in the air to the level of her face.  
She extended her arm outward and let them slip from her fingers.
         Sniveling, Melanie slid off Bill's knees.  
         "I won't cry," Anna said with a haughty air to the 16-year-old.  
Then she bent and arranged her lovely body over her husband's knees.
         Bill lifted Anna's skirt up off her bottom.  He folded it over the 
small of her back.  "I'll bet I can make you cry," Bill said with a wry 
smile.  Anna let her head droop and her lovely mass of curls spilled 
toward the floor.  Her bottom lay revealed, surrendered to the man she 
loved.
         "Say, Bill," Martin said.  "Anna is your wife.  You might go easy on 
her...even unconsciously.  Perhaps I should be the one to administer her 
spanking."  Anna seemed to give a little start at that.
         "Why sure," Bill replied with a grin.  "I've never seen another man 
spank my wife.  That would be a treat!"  Anna turned her head toward 
Martin and glowered at him.  "Get up, Anna!" Bill commanded.
         "No!  I don't want to!" Anna said.  "You be the one to spank me."
         "You see?" Martin observed.  "She knows I would be harder on her 
that you."  He got up from the sofa and together with Bill they pulled a 
struggling Anna from his lap.  Then Bill held Anna, her hair tousled, her 
chest heaving slightly, as Martin seated himself on the chair.  Then 
Anna, still resisting a bit, was placed over Martin's lap.  Martin folded 
the girl's skirt back and admired her naked white buns.
         "My, this is so boring," Bev said.  She had drawn a joint from her 
purse and lit it.  Bill walked over to her and motioned for her to give it 
to him.  Taking a puff for herself, she complied.
         Bill sucked upon the joint, then stepped over and handed it to 
Martin, who looked up from his bottom-oriented reverie to take a puff 
himself.
         "Here, I might be hard on you and this will help," Martin said to 
Anna.  He lowered the joint to her face.  Anna lifted her chin and let the 
joint be fitted to her lips.  She sucked momentarily upon the butt, 
drawing in the sweet smoke of the hemp.  Martin passed the joint back 
to Bill.
         WHACK!  Martin's hand landed with resounding firmness upon 
Anna's bottom.  The woman jerked upward, momentarily lifting her 
head.  Except for the breath catching in her throat she made no sound.  
         WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  Mercilessly Martin began applying the 
strokes.  Anna did her best to make no sound at all, giving only little 
gasps.  
         Bill presented the joint to Susie.  
         "I don't do drugs," Susie said.
         "I want some!" Melanie piped up, picking herself up off the floor 
where she had been consoling herself.  Martin lifted his eyes to watch 
as Melanie's ass wiggled its way over to Bill.  Her panties remained 
bunched under the acclivity of her arse.   Her skirt, askew, only 
managed to hang down over the right cheek of her bottom, leaving the 
lower half of the left in full view.
         Melanie leaned forward as Bill presented the joint to her lips.  
Her skirt was raised even higher, baring the undersides of both cheeks 
of her bottom.  The butt was placed by Bill between Melanie's lips, but 
the girl just stood there, thinking somehow that she was engaged in the 
act of smoking.
         "Suck," Bill said, realizing the girl had never smoked before.  
"You've got to suck on it...like a straw."  Melanie, realizing her error, did 
as he said.  Suddenly she stood up and put her hand to her chest, 
coughing.
         "Very good," Bill said, even as Susie admonished Melanie.
         "See?  That's what you get for trying drugs," Susie said to the 16-
year-old.  
         "At least she's trying, which is more than I can say for you," Bill 
said to Susie.  The blonde regarded the man with a visage of implacable 
reserve.
         Bill, finding Susie cold as ice, put his arm about Melanie and led 
the girl over to the couch.  Together they sat down and began sharing 
the joint, Melanie taking little puffs while Bill took big ones.  Bill 
quickly hit upon the idea of squeezing Melanie's melons whenever she 
coughed.  The 16-year-old, relishing the attention, made sure she 
coughed quite often.  Her tee still remained folded across the tops of 
her breasts.  Bev, seeing that she was not going to get her joint back, 
lit another.
         Anna, meanwhile, was having trouble keeping her vow of silence.  
With each slap her bottom burned all the more.  Finally her reserve 
cracked and she let out a stifled howl.  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  came 
Martin's hand, ever harder, sensing victory.
         "OOOWooo!" Anna cried in her first full blown howl, attempting to 
cut it off but failing.  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  came the blows, and a 
moment later Anna broke into sobs.
         "Good!  She's crying!" Melanie said.  Her speech seemed slightly 
slurred.  
         "Here, take another puff," Bill said, sensing that the girl would be 
his to do whatever he wished with once she was stoned.  Occasionally 
his eyes drifted beyond Melanie to gaze at Susie, sitting like a virginal 
nun at the far end of the couch.  Somehow her chaste nature made her 
all the more desirable. 

Chapter Thirteen

         When Martin had finished paddling Anna's bottom he sat squeezing 
the girl's hot cheeks with his palms.  
         "Martin," Bev piped up.  "I thought you were supposed to check in 
at your branch office today."
         "By God, you're right!" Martin said.  "How could I have forgotten 
that?  I'm supposed to type up a proposal and fax it back to New York, 
too!  Damn!  I hate typing!"
         "Anna can type," Bev suggested.  The woman rose.  "Come," she 
said to Bill.  "If you don't do it now you'll be thinking about it for the 
rest of the afternoon."
         Bill pushed Anna from his lap.  Unsteadily the young woman rose 
to her feet.  She put her hands to her bottom and rubbed it.  Her skirt 
bunched above her wrists as she rubbed, leaving her bottom bare for any 
eyes that wished to admire it.
         "Are you telling me that after you've just gotten through spanking 
me I'm supposed to be your secretary?" Anna asked of Martin with a 
peeved note in her voice.
         "If there are any girls in the office they will probably be busy 
with other work," Martin said.  "This time of year is very busy for us.  I 
was lucky to have gotten time off.  As you can see they're still making 
me do some work even though I'm supposed to be on vacation."  Martin 
rose.  He took Anna by her upper arm.
         "Bill, I'm going to borrow your wife," Martin said.
         "She's all yours," Bill smiled, Melanie happily nestled beside him.
         "Oh!  I want to go too!" Melanie said, and popped out of Bill's arms, 
then nearly lost her balance.  The girl was clearly under the influence 
of the hemp now.  She reached back and pulled her panties up over the 
seat of her bottom.
         "What a riot!"  Martin said.  "I can just see myself walking into my 
office with two spanked girls, one a stoned 16-year-old."

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe

         Parents, July 1995, $2.50.
         Review:  Actually, this magazine has been out for awhile.  But IÕm a 
bit slow to buy magazines that feature 3-year-old girls on their cover.  
However, since weÕre out of Playboys and Penthouses right now...
         Pg. 81:  ÒFirst-Person Parent:  My Breasts.  One mom pays homage to 
a source of pride, humor, dismay, comfort, and nourishment.Ó  This is a 
great article, man.  Check out these lines:  ÒMy son, Max, doesnÕt simply 
love my breasts -- he owns them.Ó  ÒHe was calmed by lots of extra 
sucking.Ó  ÒHe became so attached to nursing -- and so particular about 
it.Ó  ÒClamping down with an audible vengeance.  He meant business from 
the word go.Ó  ÒI...sometimes long for the old days, when my breasts 
belonged to me.Ó
         On a more serious note:  ÒCould you be falsely accused of child 
abuse?Ó  (pg. 36)  There is an epidemic of Òchild stealingÓ in America.  It 
is perpetrated by ÒourÓ government.  Social workers, previously on the 
bottom rung in society when it came to power, are now Gods.  They eagerly 
accept anonymous tips about non-existent child abuse.  Then they literally 
come out to your house and steal your children, for their Òprotection.Ó  
Later, a ÒhearingÓ is held in court, before a judge, but you are not even 
notified that the hearing is taking place.  Only the social worker appears, 
and only she is allowed to speak.
         So ParentsÕ magazine has some advice for you:  ÒSocial workers are 
required to follow up on every report of child abuse or neglect.  Such 
visits are routine...  Go through the visit calmly so that you impress 
officials as cooperative.Ó  In other words, if you resist, this is evidence 
that will be used against you by the social worker to steal your child.  Of 
course, an interview is not legally required.  In the case discussed in this 
article, ÒThe social worker had her mind made up when she arrived at the 
home, and drove off with the children.Ó  No interview was ever given.  (And 
yes, the childrenÕs mother was home.  And yes, the police, those guardians 
of Òjustice,Ó were present too.  And no, there was not any sex alleged in 
the Òtip.Ó  And no, the mother was not some Òghetto mom.Ó  She was a 
homeowner, a farmerÕs wife, and the mother of four children.  In Nebraska. 
         There are many additional insights in this article.  I have only 
touched on a few of them.  And the article deals only with ÒparentsÓ 
accused of Òchild abuse.Ó  If you are, say, a single guy living in an 
apartment, and an anonymous ÒtipÓ is made about you, you are arrested and 
put in jail.  No bail can be given, under California law.
         One wonders where a society wallowing in hate and suspicion will 
end up.

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