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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A Taste For Torture
Chapter Five
ÒThey are young girls, who enjoy being free. They know their beauty
cannot last. Only Marilyn Monroe remains forever beautiful, and thatÕs
because she killed herself. In her prime,Ó he added. He looked at the other
man.
ÒI wish my wife were still in her prime,Ó Steve admitted.
ÒI know,Ó Jacob said. ÒMy wife is the same. She was beautiful once,
a high school prom queen! But now our three children, her job... well, it
has taken its toll. I swore I would provide everything for her, so she
wouldnÕt have to work. But I didnÕt move ahead fast enough in the
company. Now IÕm president, of course, but IÕm nearly 50.Ó He looked with
interest at Steve, and the younger man felt his throat tighten.
ÒYou look good,Ó Steve told the older man.
ÒBut not as virile as yourself,Ó Jacob said.
ÒWell, IÕm only 29, not 49,Ó Steve answered. He found the older
manÕs gaze uncomfortable. He tried changing the subject. ÒSo tell me
about this flight,Ó he said. He listened as his heels trod on the floor. He
heard nothing. He remembered when the airportÕs gateways were tiled.
You could hear your footsteps ring along the floor as you walked, in those
days. But now everything beyond the ticket counters was carpeted. He
could hear nothing as he and the man beside him walked silently toward
the aircraft.
ÒItÕs a special flight,Ó the president said. ÒThey have to move a
plane down to Mexico. Normally some pilots would just hop in the thing
and move it. But I thought, ÔWhy not make the flight special?Õ So I called
a young stewardess and asked her if sheÕd ride along. Perhaps with some
friends. You know, make a party of it. She agreed. She made me pay her
extra, the bitch, but I donÕt mind a woman who stands up for herself.
SheÕs quite remarkable. Stunningly beautiful, and yet only 19. One of our
newer stews.Ó
ÒWell, as the company safety officer, I can begin to see why you
invited me to come along,Ó Steve said. The older man gave him an
uncomfortably lurid grin.
ÒI didnÕt invite you because of your position,Ó Jacob told the young
man. ÒLike I said, this Kyla girl, she is no airhead. YouÕve been brought
along not for your executive skills, but for your body.Ó
ÒMy-- body?Ó Steve asked. ÒSir, IÕm married and--Ó
ÒThis way. HereÕs the speedway,Ó Jacob said. He nodded to the
female ticket agent, who quickly removed a rope from the door to the
speedway, to let the two men enter.
They walked down the speedway and its floor was carpeted, just like
the floor of the gateway behind them.
ÒRemember,Ó Jacob said, looking again at the broad-shouldered
young man walking beside him. He tugged on his dark business suit as he
spoke, on his own suit, and admired the cut of the suit on the young man
walking beside him. ÒThese are young girls. They wish to have fun. They
may appear prim and efficient at first. What girl does not wish to be
respected for her maturity, and her sensibility? But underneath their
professionalism, and their cool exterior, lies a young lusty feline. She
yearns to free her tits from her pretty bra, and feel them swinging with
indecent abandon. She lusts to show her little cunt, and feel it spread and
admired. Pierced, even, as her young tits are milked. And I will tell you a
secret. In addition to being stripped, and admired, and worked, these girls
desire to be abused. By the right man, of course. Which is why I brought
you along. Do not hesitate to make them scream if the opportunity
presents itself. However do not expect anything. Kyla is 19, and she will
be our hostess. With a girl that age nothing can be demanded. It is not
like with an older woman, where, often, you can simply say, ÔDo this, or do
that,Õ and she will do it. A girl of 19 is difficult. Diffident, even. Which
is why I chose her. Keep alert, however, and watch for the cues she gives
you. If you play your cards right, you will have all the girls on the plane at
your beck and call by the flightÕs end.Ó
With that somewhat puzzling statement, Steve found himself
escorted round a corner in the speedway. Suddenly, he was staring at the
open door of the jet. He could hear the engines, whining at a low,
controlled roar. Inside the metal frame of the door, open like a gash in the
side of the jetÕs aluminum skin, he caught sight of a young, smiling face.
He felt a grin light up his own features. He scolded himself at once: he
was married! But a moment later he found himself staring at the youngest
flight attendant heÕd ever seen.
ÒHi, sirs!Ó the girl chimed. She was wearing the company uniform,
but it was tailored to fit her smaller figure. Except for her bosom, which
seemed to have required the suit to be enlarged. Steve gasped. How old
was this girl?! She wasnÕt 19. He doubted if she was even 15!
ÒWho are you?Ó Jacob, equally puzzled, yet with his eyes shining in
delight, asked the girl. She wore her hair in braids. The company
regulations required all females to keep their hair pinned up, above the
collar of their blouse, but this girl wore loose braids that spilled over her
shoulders and down her back. She turned, slightly, and Steve, gazing at her
with Jacob, saw that each braid was tied with a neat ribbon at the end. It
was a pink ribbon, matching the highlights in her otherwise dark blue
uniform. In addition to having her hair in braids, the girl was violating
another company rule: she held a small puppy in her arms.
ÒIÕm a Junior Stewardess!Ó Jacinta said. Her face beamed as she
said it, and Steve was reminded of his own 6-year-old daughter, playing
house. Jacinta lifted the puppy. The movement caused her bosoms to rise,
for she still held the dog close to herself, cuddling it. ÒWould you like to
pet him?Ó she asked the two men, one nearly 50 and the other almost 30.
ÒWhere-- where did you get it?Ó Jacob said. He extended his hand.
The girl seemed to admire his business suit as he reached for the puppyÕs
head. The moment he touched it her eyes flew quickly to the puppy. She
watched as Jacob petted it, like a protective mother observing the
handling of her baby.
ÒI found it on the way to the plane,Ó Jacinta said. ÒKyla and I gave
him a quick bath while we were waiting for you two to show up.Ó
Suddenly Kyla herself appeared, from the cabin beyond first class. She
smiled at the men. She was dressed like Jacinta, but she had her hair in a
long ponytail. It too was against regulation, as was the large decorative
bow at the back of her head. She held a babyÕs bottle in her hand. It had
milk in it. She smiled at the puppy and petted it. She put the nipple of the
bottle to the puppyÕs mouth and forced him to take it.
ÒDrink, little one,Ó Jacinta told the puppy. ÒIÕll bet youÕre thirsty!Ó
SteveÕs mouth felt dry as he watched the puppy draw milk from the
bottle. The creature must have been a month old, no more. And the two
girls who were coddling him, neither one was old enough to drink anything
harder than milk, Steve realized. Both of them were years below the
drinking age of 21.
ÒI hope you donÕt mind if we feed this little guy before we get you
your cocktails,Ó Kyla told Jacob and Steve. Her eyelashes fluttered
seductively.
ÒNot at all,Ó Jacob said. ÒHow many girls did you get for the
flight?Ó
Kyla blushed. ÒWith only two men, I hoped five would be enough?Ó
ÒYes. Fine,Ó Jacob said. His voice was business-like. It did not
betray the growing arousal Steve felt in his pants. The young man
adjusted his stance.
ÒAre-- are the pilot and co-pilot--?Ó Steve asked.
ÒNo,Ó Jacob said. ÒSafety considerations require them to stay up
front in the cockpit.Ó
ÒYes, they certainly do,Ó a mature female voice chimed. Both men
turned around. A woman was standing behind them, dressed in a business
suit like themselves. ÒGood day, gentlemen,Ó the woman said. Her suit
was darker than the menÕs, and lacked the relief of pinstripes. She wore
her collar turned up. However it struck Steve, as he gazed at it, as less a
fashion statement than an attempt to cover even more of herself than the
suit already concealed. She had long legs, but overbroad hips and a chest
that was nonexistent. Her face was lined, as if from too many years of
frowning.
The woman opened a notebook. ÒAs Airport Inspector it is my duty
to check on planes. This one is not a scheduled flight?Ó
ÒEr, no,Ó Steve said.
ÒWe have to move a plane down to Mexico,Ó Jacob said.
ÒVery well,Ó the woman answered. She was about to turn away when
her eyes fell on Jacinta, holding the puppy. The woman ignored the dog but
asked, ÒWho is this?Ó
ÒSheÕs, uh, part of our Students for Higher Achievement Program,Ó
Jacob answered. For the first time his voice did not display its usual
confidence.
ÒIs there a pool on this plane?Ó Jacinta asked. It was an inopportune
question, for the frown on the womanÕs face deepened and she said,
ÒA pool?Ó
Jacob turned. ÒEr, what do you mean--?Ó He fumbled for the girlÕs
name but, not having learned it yet, let his sentence hang unfinished.
ÒBecause I didnÕt wear my undies under my uniform. I wore my
bikini!Ó Jacinta announced. ÒI thought we had a pool on this plane.Ó
ÒShhhh!Ó Kyla told the girl. For a moment she regretted bringing her
along. It was just like a child to say the wrong thing!
ÒThe only plane I know of that has a pool on it is the Bunny Jet,
owned by Hugh Hefner!Ó the Airport Inspector said.
ÒQuite right!Ó Jacob agreed. ÒOur airline is strictly business. Now
if youÕll excuse us, madam, my airline has passengers waiting to board
this plane, in Mexico.Ó
The Airport Inspector wrote in her notebook. She did it with a quick
hand, but in no particular hurry, as if she might stand there in the doorway
of the plane all day, writing rapidly, but expecting the others to wait.
Finally, without lifting her eyes from the pad she was writing on, she
asked, ÒThe Students for Higher Achievement Program, eh? And what is
the purpose of this program?Ó
Jacob cleared his throat. ÒIt, uh, trains young girls,Ó he said. ÒIn
careers! Yes, in careers! And in the case of our airline,Ó he paused, to
recollect the girlÕs name, but then remembered he had yet to be
introduced, ÒIn the case of our airline, a young lady such as this one
learns the skills required to keep our passengers happy.Ó Jacob cleared
his throat again. ÒAnd safe!Ó he added hastily.
ÒYes!Ó Steve chimed. ÒA flight attendant is not on the plane for the
comfort of the passengers, but to ensure their safety.Ó
ÒQuite right!Ó Jacob said. He turned to Steve. ÒThey are not flying
ornaments, as they were in the 60Õs and 70Õs, or God forbid, in the 50Õs.
They are talented professionals.Ó
ÒArf!Ó the puppy barked, as if in agreement.
ÒShhhh,Ó Kyla told the dog.
ÒVery well,Ó the Airport Inspector said. ÒI hope you gentlemen have
a pleasant flight.Ó She nodded to Kyla, one woman to another, and Kyla
breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the woman suspected nothing. The
Airport Inspector turned.
ÒArf!Ó the puppy barked again.
ÒShhhh,Ó Jacinta said, urging the nipple of the baby bottle back into
its mouth.
When the Airport Inspector was gone, Kyla gave Jacinta the bottle.
ÒPlease put puppy back in the kitchen,Ó she told the girl. ÒItÕs time to
prepare our passengers for takeoff.Ó
ÒYes maÕam,Ó Jacinta beamed. She was delighted to be a Junior
Stewardess. She tried not to think of the reason she was going to Mexico.
It was scary, but she trusted Krull. And his reasons. She would do
anything he asked. She hoped he wouldnÕt ask too much. She hoped, too,
that he would find her worthy of his love. As for herself, she found him
mesmerizing.
Jacinta passed the three other stews, coming forward from the back
of the plane, as she walked down the first class aisle to the kitchen. She
nodded to them. They nodded back. Jacinta reached the kitchen and
plopped the puppy down into a basinet. ÒBe good,Ó Jacinta told the little
dog. ÒIÕm going to put you in a small cage now, so youÕll be protected
during takeoff. But donÕt worry. IÕll re-fill your water bowl for you, and
put some more doggie food in your dish.Ó She kissed the dogÕs nose. Then,
frowning a little, she added, ÒTry not to poop in your basinet again.Ó
ÒArf!Ó the dog answered.
ÒIf you gentlemen will please take your seats, weÕll be departing
now,Ó Jacinta heard Kyla say as she came back out of the kitchen. She
gazed up the aisle. The door to the plane was now closed. She felt a small
lurch as the plane began backing out of its parking slot at the airport.
Kyla, smiling at the men as they sat down, turned to the other stews and
introduced them.
ÒThis is Adele,Ó Kyla said. She gestured toward an Asian girl. Like
Kyla and the other girls, she was dressed in the prim skirt and blouse of
the airline. She wore the airlineÕs regulation cap on her head. Jacob
mentally licked his lips. He felt a sudden arousal in his loins as he
buckled his seat belt. Good God, such a lovely young creature! He had not
felt this aroused in ages. As his pants became uncomfortably tight, the
Asian girl gave a small curtsey.
ÒAdele works for Singapore Airlines,Ó Kyla said to the men. ÒI asked
her if sheÕd like to go on a party flight. She said yes. What do you think?Ó
ÒNice,Ó Patrick said. He enjoyed seeing the girl dressed in the
uniform of his airline. He smiled at her. She blushed. He gazed at the long
dark stockings on her slim legs, her pretty black shoes, her blue blazer and
above-the-knee skirt. She was so perfect! Yet, with luck, by the end of
the flight she would be reduced to a crying, quivering, red-bottomed doll,
a thoroughly fucked plaything.
ÒAnd this is Pam,Ó Kyla said. She indicated a girl, who stepped
forward, her breasts seemingly preceding her by a mile.
ÒGood Lord!Ó Steve gasped. Patrick grinned. There could be little
doubt why this brunette was invited. Her breasts were the size of plump
gourds. No, pumpkins! Patrick told himself. He felt his mouth water as he
gazed at her. She blushed, knowing why Jacob and Steve had grins on their
faces. Jacob turned to Steve and said, ÒI think she has enough there for
both of us, donÕt you?Ó
ÒDefinitely,Ó Steve answered, to titters from the girls.
Patrick let his eyes shift to a figure standing beyond the brunette
and Adele. ÒWhoÕs that?Ó he asked of the last stewardess.
ÒThis is Glenda,Ó Kyla said. ÒSheÕs new. She just transferred to our
airline from Swedish Air.Ó Jacob found himself staring at a slender,
honey-haired blonde. He felt his grin widen. She had excellent tits. They
were not as large as PamÕs but they were full and round. He couldnÕt wait
to see her out of her blazer, and from the sultry look in her eyes, he
guessed she was looking forward to the opportunity too.
ÒI tried to include a variety of girls,Ó Kyla told Jacob and Steve.
ÒAre you pleased with the selection?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jacob said.
ÒVery well,Ó Kyla said. ÒNow Adele and Pam will take your drink
orders, while Glenda and I buckle your seat belts to prepare you for
takeoff.Ó Kyla walked up to Jacob. Glenda stepped forward to Steve. As
the girls buckled the menÕs seat belts, Pam and Adele stood attentively
with pad and paper. Jacob called out to Adele that heÕd like a Scotch on
the rocks. At the same time, he gazed at KylaÕs breasts. They loomed
large in her blouse and blazer as she bent forward to buckle him. ÒYou
have a nice chest,Ó Jacob said to the girl, as he felt her fingers play at his
waist.
ÒThank you,Ó Kyla answered. There was a click. Jacob was buckled
in. No sooner had Kyla secured the man round his waist, than she unzipped
his fly.
ÒHey!Ó Steve protested, as Glenda did the same to him.
ÒWe must prepare your penises for takeoff,Ó Kyla smiled at Jacob.
ÒYes,Ó Glenda told Steve. Both girls licked their lips. To the menÕs
gasping surprise, their cocks were released from their pants. ÒMmmmm,Ó
Glenda said. She bent forward and kissed SteveÕs penis. ÒThe plane is full
of fuel. I hope youÕre full too!Ó Glenda told Steve.
ÒIÕm married,Ó Steve answered.
ÒMmmm, I love married men,Ó Glenda said. She massaged SteveÕs
cock. ÒYou can play with them without having to worry about the
consequences. Provided you take your pill, and his wife doesnÕt find out!Ó
Glenda added.
ÒOh, God!Ó Steve asked. ÒPlease stop! I canÕt handle this!Ó
ÒExcitable?Ó Glenda asked. She took her hand off his stiffness. He
quivered. She gazed at his organ expectantly. ÒThereÕs a vomit bag here,
if you need to spill,Ó Glenda said. She pulled a paper bag out of SteveÕs
side seat pocket. She opened it. She held it next to his cock, and waited a
moment. But Steve managed to hold himself in. ÒGood,Ó Glenda said
finally. ÒBut remember that your pleasure is paramount. DonÕt feel
frightened about cumming. IÕll understand. If you donÕt want to do it in
the bag, you can use your drink glass. IÕd enjoy sipping from it if youÕll
fill it for me.Ó Glenda gave Steve a kiss on his cheek.
Kyla turned her back to Jacob. She tossed back her brown hair, tied
in a ponytail with a big bow. Jacob guessed that she was tossing her hair
more in invitation, or on impulse, than to get it out of her way, seeing how
neatly it was tied. Kyla smiled at Jacob over her shoulder.
ÒIf you gentlemen will help us out of our things, weÕd like to strip to
our party uniforms for this flight,Ó Kyla told Jacob. Eagerly the older man
reached for KylaÕs skirt. He found the zipper and pulled it down. Kyla gave
a small shout as she felt her skirt open. Yet she didnÕt stop it. She lifted
her hands to her chest and watched as her skirt slipped down her legs to
her shoes.
Jacob marvelled at the girlÕs bottom. For a moment he tried to
remember her name, but he couldnÕt. Yet her bottom was memorable. Twin
white cheeks curved deliciously out toward his eyes. They were well-
fatted, plump rubbery spheres contained in a too-small pair of panties.
Jacob reached for the panties. Quietly he adjusted them. Already they had
become wedged into the crack of her ass.
ÒThank you, sir,Ó Kyla told Jacob, gazing at his hands over her
shoulder.
ÒItÕs important to wear your panties according to the regulations,Ó
Jacob told Kyla. ÒThey are not to become stuck in your ass.Ó
ÒOh, IÕm sorry!Ó Kyla smiled. ÒIt happens when I walk. I didnÕt want
to hike up my dress and fix them while the Airport Inspector was here.Ó
JacobÕs eyes flicked to Glenda. Her panties were also jammed into
her bottom. ÒDid you bring a cane?Ó Jacob asked Kyla.
The brunette shivered. ÒYes sir,Ó she said in a low, barely audible
voice.
ÒIÕm going to put you in charge of the girlsÕ panties,Ó Jacob told
Kyla. ÒI realize theyÕre quite small but thatÕs no excuse to allow them to
become untidy. If the girls donÕt keep their panties on properly, I want you
to give them a reminder. With the cane.Ó
ÒYes sir,Ó Kyla breathed.
ÒNow turn around,Ó Jacob said. ÒI want to see how youÕre wearing
your bra.Ó
Kyla turned. She gave her hair another toss. Was it to show her
nonchalance at being handled in this way? Yet she was shivering, lightly,
as she turned. Jacob saw that she was excited, and trying to hide it by
flicking back her ponytail, in a gesture of carefree naivete.
JacobÕs hands went to the blue blazer Kyla wore. He undid its gold
buttons. She watched, letting her hands hang by her sides, as if she were
a mannikin being undressed by a store clerk. Steve, meanwhile, copying
his boss, fixed GlendaÕs panties and then had her turn around also.
Meanwhile the other girls turned to Jacinta, who had just come up
the aisle. She had an inkling that there might be some mischief on the
flight but she was nonetheless surprised when Adele, who seemed so soft
and complacent, and Pam, who struck her as marvelously good-natured,
turned to her and took hold of her blazer and skirt and said, ÒYouÕre next!Ó
A scream from Jacinta announced the descent of her skirt. As her
panties came into view, Adele liberated the buttons of her blazer. A
moment later Jacinta found her blazer undone and her blouse buttons
succumbing to the Asian girlÕs quick fingers. Meanwhile Pam urged her to
step out of her fallen dress.
ÒAh, yes!Ó Jacob said with satisfaction. KylaÕs blazer was by this
time on the floor, and Jacob was getting her blouse undone. He marvelled
at the lusciousness of her tits. They were white, full and round, and
contained, like her bottom, in a bra that was woefully small.
ÒTsk, tsk,Ó Jacob said. He reached for KylaÕs boobs. The inadequacy
of her bra had caused much of her tit flesh to bulge out past the
restraining cups. As best as he could, Jacob restored KylaÕs bosoms to the
too-small cups. He pressed the glorious flesh back behind the v-shaped
containers of fabric, remarking, as he did, that she must keep her bra neat.
ÒDo not allow your tits to hang out past the cups,Ó Jacob told Kyla. ÒSee?
Your right nipple had almost escaped.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry, sir,Ó Kyla said. She looked down at her tits. She felt a
thrill as JacobÕs fingers gratuitously massaged her rising nipples. He
pressed at them through the fabric of her bra. He tweaked and lightly
pinched them like a schoolboy feeling a girl for the first time.
ÒIf you canÕt wear your bra properly, then IÕm going to insist that
you remove it,Ó Jacob warned Kyla. ÒDid the pilot give you a black bag
when he came aboard?Ó
ÒYes sir,Ó Kyla said. ÒAnd the cane.Ó
ÒVery good,Ó Jacob said. ÒThere are clamps in the bag. Nipple
clamps. If you girls canÕt keep your bras on, I think the clamps would keep
you discreet.Ó
ÒYes sir,Ó Kyla said.
Steve straightened GlendaÕs bra. Then, impulsively, he leaned
forward and kissed her flat belly.
ÒI would love to make you pregnant,Ó Steve whispered to Glenda.
ÒMy, you *are* a family man!Ó Glenda gushed. She reached out and
ran her fingerÕs through the hair on SteveÕs head. ÒI have something that
might help your penis,Ó Glenda told the young man. ÒItÕs called Man Delay.
Would you like me to put some on you?Ó
ÒSure,Ó Steve said. ÒWhat will it do.Ó
Glenda reached for SteveÕs rod and gave it an affectionate rub. ÒIf I
spread it up and down your whole length, it should help desensitize you,Ó
Glenda said. ÒI know Jacob has some games planned for you and youÕll
want to impress him. After all, he is your boss. The Man Delay will help
you endure. It will prolong your erection.Ó Glenda looked at Jacob, as she
continued to gently rub Steve. ÒDonÕt you think he has a fine one, sir?Ó she
asked the older man.
ÒYes, and I expect him to make good use of it on this flight,Ó Jacob
said. To SteveÕs amazement, the man reached over and assisted Glenda in
fondling his prick. ÒHow badly do you want to cum?Ó Jacob asked the man.
SteveÕs body stiffened. He gasped.
ÒIf you donÕt mind, sir--Ó Steve said.
ÒDo you want to spurt right now?Ó Jacob asked.
ÒI have to go pretty badly,Ó Steve confessed. He wanted to push the
manÕs hands away from himself but he was too shocked by PatrickÕs
attention to do it. Instead, he said, awkwardly, ÒI mean, not number one. I
donÕt have to piss.Ó
ÒI know,Ó Jacob laughed. ÒYou are young and full of sperm. Well,
shoot it out, if you must. But IÕd prefer if you can hold it. ThereÕs a
contest IÕd like you to try, in a little while. Not with the girls but against
various pieces of machinery. Using your manhood, I want you to stick your
manhood into them and see how many of them you can take. One will
provide your penis with electric shocks. Another will slide a tube into
your pee hole. A third, if you make it to the third one, will apply tiny
brushes to the entire length of your dick. It will feel sort of like youÕre
entering an automatic car wash, except it will be with your penis, not
your porsche. And finally, there will be one with a blade. The blade goes
up and down every three seconds. Your job will be to thrust yourself in,
all the way, and then pull yourself out before the blade slices down. If you
succeed, I will make you president of the company. Yes, president. Our
chairman of the board is retiring soon and IÕm going to replace him. If you
want my job, youÕll have to last until the in-flight games. DonÕt enjoy
yourself too much sitting there. Unless you donÕt want to be president.
YouÕll need to be erect in order to put yourself into the equipment. Then it
is simply a matter of surviving the first three, and not getting cut by the
fourth. If you do all that, you win. If not, then enjoy the flight. But you
wonÕt be president.Ó
Jacob grinned. He knew the young man had been lusting after his job.
Well, there he finally had it-- it was within reach, now. If he could
control this most important part of himself. Jacob stroked SteveÕs cock.
ÒPlease!Ó Steve groaned.
Jacob laughed. ÒWhy do you look so glum?Ó he asked Steve. ÒWhen
this plane lands, you might be president of the company!Ó
ÒI hadnÕt planned on being emasculated at 30,000 feet,Ó Jacob
answered.
ÒPutting yourself in the guillotine is your own choice,Ó Jacob said.
He rubbed the manÕs cock more briskly. ÒGo ahead,Ó Jacob said. ÒIÕll jerk
you off right now and relieve you of your worries.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Steve cried. At last he found the courage to yank JacobÕs hand
off his dick. At the same time he yanked away GlendaÕs hand, which was
tickling his pee hole.
ÒIÕll get the Man Delay,Ó Glenda smiled to Steve. The young man
thrust his hips toward her, but the belt around his waist restrained him.
ÒOh God how IÕd love to cum!Ó Steve groaned.
Jacob took a magazine from his seat pocket and opened it.
ÒItÕs your choice,Ó Jacob said to Steve.
The pilot announced over the intercom that the plane would take off
momentarily. The girls, stripped to their stockings and shoes and bikinis,
laughed and took seats near the men. They buckled themselves in. The
planeÕs engines roared. It began to accelerate. As the G-forces mounted,
Patrick looked over at the girls. How lovely their breasts looked, as the
rising G-forces mounded their tits into their chests! The plane rushed
down the runway. It hit numerous bumps in the macadam. This caused the
girlsÕ bosoms to quiver, even as they were bunched more fully into their
chests. Nearer to Patrick, the hot-dog length of Steve wobbled stiffly in
the air.
ÒGod, I hope I still have this thing when we land,Ó Steve said,
looking at his erection.
ÒMe too,Ó Jacob told the young man.
Feeling the pressure of the planeÕs takeoff on their bodies, the girls
glanced at one another. There could be little doubt now of the purpose of
their flight. The men were randy, stiff with hunger for them. Steve was
dying to cum and Patrick had a perverse sensibility. The girls had seen
stewards loading the machines Patrick spoke of. They had been put in the
kitchen. The girls thought they were new devices for processing food,
perhaps for slicing gourmet sausage.
ÒI guess we will be partying then,Ó Adele said to Glenda, who was
sitting beside her. The blonde glanced across the aisle at Steve.
ÒI should hope so,Ó Glenda replied.
ÒThere are only two of them, though,Ó Adele said. ÒNot really
enough, donÕt you think?Ó Glenda put a hand to the Asian girlÕs panties.
Adele gasped. Glenda smoothed her finger down the front of AdeleÕs
bikini, down into the crotch. She inserted her finger between the all-too
visible lips of AdeleÕs cunt. Gently she massaged the fabric, and soft lips
underneath it.
ÒFeel anything?Ó Glenda asked Adele.
ÒOf course! Please donÕt!Ó Adele whispered.
ÒWhen the time comes, IÕll do you, and you can do me,Ó Glenda told
Adele. With a lurch, the plane rose into the air. Adele let her legs hang
farther apart. It was wonderful feeling the lifting of the plane, and how it
pressed upon her parted thighs. Glenda kept at her, stroking her lips as if
polishing china.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Adele said. She closed her eyes. She licked her lips. ÒI
like partying,Ó she breathed. At the same time she flushed a deep red, for
she had never allowed herself to be touched in this way before, and would
not have, she thought, if she hadnÕt been reduced to wearing such a sexy
bikini.
ÒWe party a lot on Swedish Airlines,Ó Glenda told Adele. ÒDo you
party on Singapore Airlines?Ó
ÒO- Once,Ó Adele answered. Her eyes were still closed. She spoke
softly, so that no one but Glenda would hear. ÒThere were a lot of
executives. And a lot of girls. We were asked to take off our blouses.
Then our bras. I went topless. Men kissed my breasts. I was asked to
smoke a joint and I donÕt really remember what happened after that.Ó
ÒYes. You are innocent. Like that other girl. The young one. What is
her name?Ó Glenda asked Adele.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Adele answered. She shifted her hips forward in her
seat. She gasped as GlendaÕs finger found her special spot. ÒYes!Ó Adele
cried.
ÒGood heavens! What are you two doing?Ó Patrick, looking over,
bellowed.
ÒOh! IÕm sorry!Ó Adele shouted. Quickly she closed her legs. Glenda
removed her hand.
ÒWere you masturbating?Ó Patrick asked Adele. The Asian, already
blushing, felt her cheeks redden further. Glenda said nothing.
ÒYes sir,Ó Adele confessed. But it was a lie, an Oriental lie told to
save the reputation of her friend.
ÒThen you must be punished,Ó Patrick told the small Asian girl. ÒDo
not let me forget to punish you before our flight ends.Ó
ÒYes sir,Ó Adele replied obediently. Glenda giggled but still said
nothing on behalf of the girl.
Meanwhile, as the plane ascended, Jacinta was having misgivings.
ÒOh, my bikini is too small!Ó she complained to Kyla. She had overheard
Patrick warning Kyla to keep her bra straight, and her panties tidy. Yet
even now, as she shifted in her seat with nervousness, she could feel her
panties bunching in her ass! And her bosoms were threatening to pop from
her bra as the plane roared down the runway and into the sky. The jet
lurched as it hit an air pocket. One of JacintaÕs nipples sprang from the
too-small right cup of her bra. ÒOooops!Ó Jacinta said.
ÒPut it back!Ó Kyla warned. She reached over and adjusted JacintaÕs
bra, recapturing her nipple. As she did so, the plane hit another air pocket,
and this time it was one of KylaÕs boobs that broke free.
ÒOh my!Ó was heard from the seat in front of them. It was Pam.
Both of her gargantuan breasts had spilled out.
ÒIf you girls canÕt keep yourselves properly clothed, then IÕm going
to have you go topless,Ó Jacob warned the girls from across the aisle. ÒNo
matter how small your uniforms may be, they must still be worn with the
respect they deserve. Letting your tits hang out, or your ass cheeks, is not
acceptable. Kyla has been given a cane to help you behave. And there are
clamps available, for a girl with nipples that are truly unruly!Ó
The plane levelled off. The girls unbuckled themselves and got up.
There were soft gasps and sighs as the girls adjusted their bikinis. It was
hopeless, and Jacob knew it, as he watched the girls fretting over their
Òuniforms.Ó Finally he laughed and said,
ÒAlright, girls. Just to prove IÕm a nice employer, IÕm going to let
you take off your bras. From now on, your uniforms will consists solely of
your panties. Plus your hose and shoes, of course.Ó
ÒOh, thank you!Ó Adele cried. With eager hands she reached behind
herself to get at her bra string.
Glenda nudged the girlÕs back. ÒDonÕt worry. IÕll do it,Ó Glenda told
the Asian girl.
ÒOh, thanks!Ó Adele said again, this time not to Jacob, but to the
Swedish girl. Glenda liberated her tits with a simple tug.
Jacinta too gave a sigh of relief, and a quick, breathy Òthank you!Ó as
her friend Kyla undid her. A moment later all the girls were topless, their
tits swinging with abandon, like cows ready for milking. Jacob elbowed
Steve. He gave him a knowing look, as if to say, ÒI told you!Ó But Steve
was still thinking about the guillotine. He paid scant attention to the
feast of tit flesh hanging out all around him.
ÒAnd so I too was absorbed,Ó Jacob said to himself, remembering
how he became president. They had made him expose himself, in front of
the whole board, and a planeful of giggling stews. Then, after an in-flight
meal, theyÕd used his penis to wipe their plates. Thankfully, it was the
stewsÕ job to lick his penis clean, not the mensÕ. But it had been tough for
Jacob to survive that. A dozen pretty stewardesses took turns licking his
manhood. They were topless, just as these girls were now, and they had
not just cleaned him by putting him in their mouths. They had also wedged
him between their breasts. TheyÕd rubbed and squeezed him with their
bare tit flesh until he screamed.
Yet still he had endured, and the men had put his penis into a toilet.
It was a special elevated toilet, with a hole cut into its base. Jacob was
required to insert himself and watch as the toilet was flushed repeatedly
over his dick. It was like visiting Niagara Falls, owing to the vigor with
which an airplane toilet flushed. Visiting Niagara Falls with your penis.
Even that, however, had not broken JacobÕs erection. So next they
put a noose around his penis. They led him up and down the aisles of a
brand new Boeing, making him bay like a donkey. But he had survived, and
so they gave him a laurel wreath. Upon it was written, ÒPresident.Ó
However even in his moment of triumph, Jacob was forced to earn his new
laurels. For the wreath was not put on his head, but was slung
embarrassingly round his penis. And by the time Jacob got home, he found
out the wreath had not been made of laurel leaves. It had been woven from
fresh leaves of poison ivy.
Adele and Pam served the men their drinks. Jacob had ordered a
Scotch on the rocks and Steve, hoping to impress his boss, had ordered the
same. As Adele placed JacobÕs drink in his hand, the man, despite his lust
for the Asian girl, found himself gazing at little Jacinta. She was on her
knees in the seat across from his. It was a seat built facing his own, so
that executives could sit and converse as they flew to their destination.
Kneeling on the seat, Jacinta was gazing out the window.
ÒOooh! WeÕre above the clouds!Ó Jacinta announced. Jacob gazed at
the girlÕs ass. It was, of course, already out of her panties, which were
once more jammed in her crack. Two chubby cheeks presented themselves
to his eyes. They reminded him of the bottom cheeks of a cherub. How he
wished to drive an arrow between them! Yet he did not wish to seem
brutish. He would play his cards, and seduce her, not simply take her.
Jacob turned to Steve. Enjoying the manÕs agitation (for he was still
focussed on the presidency) he said, conversationally, ÒConsider our friend
over there. The one with the pretty behind. See how it is pleasantly
plump, yet still has a childish slenderness to it?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Steve gasped.
ÒDo you not think you could cum, looking at such a lovely ass as
that?Ó Jacob asked. He reached over and playfully flicked the young manÕs
erection.
ÒDonÕt!Ó Steve said. Jacinta, guessing that it was her ass they were
talking about, reached back and straightened her panties.
ÒI do not even know her name, and yet such a wonderful behind she
has!Ó Jacob said. ÒI really do think I should like to see it nude. Yes. There
is no reason for her to hide it. And she canÕt keep her panties straight
anyway. Oh, she thinks she has fooled me, by reaching back just now, but I
notice she only did it when she heard me mention her. Before that she was
letting her bottom hang out as if all the world should observe it, and
comment upon it!Ó
ÒOh! Please stop talking about me!Ó Jacinta said. She turned.
Blushing, she eased herself down into the seat across from Jacob. She sat
on her bottom so that he could not see it.
ÒOff with your panties!Ó Jacob said. ÒUntie those drawers. I must
say, when your panties are tight across your bottom, I have never seen a
girl fill her panties so well. Such an ass you have! Do you really use that
butt of yours to shit? It looks too pretty to shit. I think it was made just
for things to go into, not to come out of.Ó
ÒOooh!Ó Jacinta cried. But the girl seemed to savor the attention,
for she put her hands to her panties. She tugged on the ties. The fabric,
stretched tautly across her hips, loosened. Jacinta frowned at Jacob.
ÒIÕm too young for you,Ó she said, suddenly. Immediately she set about re-
tying her panties.
ÒWhat?!Ó Jacob roared. Kyla rushed up.
ÒIs something the matter?Ó Kyla asked Jacob.
ÒHeÕs just an old goat!Ó Jacinta said.
ÒHe is the president of the airline!Ó Kyla scolded the girl. Jacinta
stuck her tongue out at Jacob.
ÒThwwwwwwt!Ó she gave Jacob the raspberries.
Jacob frowned. He couldnÕt figure out whether Jacinta liked him or
hated him. He felt angry. Yet at the same time he was intrigued. ÒHave
that brat serve me ice cream,Ó Jacob growled, turning to Kyla. He
completely forgot Adele, who stood by his side, eager for his opinion on
his drink.
Kyla took Jacinta by her arm.
ÒOwwww!Ó Jacinta wailed, as Kyla tugged her to her feet.
ÒWhat? Does that hurt? Does it hurt to get up and do your duties?Ó
Jacob asked the young teen.
ÒNo,Ó Jacinta said. She remembered that she was a Junior
Stewardess. Her face brightened. ÒIÕm sorry I called you an old goat,Ó she
said to the president of the airline.
ÒThatÕs fine,Ó Jacob told Jacinta. ÒServe me ice cream. Since you
like your panties so much, keep them on. They can be my serving bowl!Ó
ÒOooch!Ó Jacinta said, a minute later, as Kyla pulled open her
swimsuit. She plopped a big scoop of ice cream into the front of her
panties. The cold made Jacinta shiver. Her nipples, already risen,
stiffened further. She looked at herself. How humiliating it was to have a
big lump in the front of her swimsuit. It made her look like a man!
Kyla handed a silver spoon to Jacob. She urged Jacinta forward.
ÒPresent yourself. Push out your hips,Ó Kyla told the girl. Jacinta,
shivering and nervous, obeyed. She watched with horror as the president
of the airline stuck his spoon into the front of her panties. He lifted out a
spoonful of ice cream. He put it to his mouth.
ÒMmmmm!Ó Jacob said. But the next spoonful he didnÕt put in his
mouth. Instead he offered it to Steve. ÒLike some?Ó he asked.
ÒO- Okay,Ó Steve said. He wondered if, by allowing the man sitting
next to him to thrust a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, he would
somehow be like a bride at a wedding feast, accepting her husbandÕs
marriage. With his mind fixed on the presidency, he parted his lips. But
Jacob knew what the young man was thinking of. He laughed.
ÒYou are too eager,Ó Jacob told Steve. ÒI didnÕt mean Ôwould your
mouth like some?Õ I meant, Ôwould your dick like someÕ?Ó Jacob plopped
the spoonful of ice cream onto SteveÕs erection.
ÒArgh!Ó Steve gasped, as he watched the ice cream land on his
cockhead. It felt cold. It began to melt into his peehole. This made his
cock quiver and the scoop tumbled off him and landed at the base of his
penis. Slowly, it began melting into his open fly.
Now all was like an exotic strip club, as the girls pampered the men.
They served them dinner. Not one course but seven, each delivered by a
stewardess clad in only her stockings and panties. Constantly the girls
had to straighten their panties, pulling them out of their asses.
ÒIt is rather questionable, donÕt you think?Ó Jacob asked Steve, as
the men ate their meal.
ÒWhat is?Ó Steve asked.
ÒThat we should be served by girls who are constantly playing with
their asses,Ó Jacob said.
ÒOh,Ó Steve answered.
ÒKyla,Ó Jacob called out. ÒFetch the cane. The next girl who handles
herself, give her a whack! From now on, you girls are not to be fooling
with your bottoms. I know I have tolerated it for most of the meal, but
dessert is coming up, with chocolate cake, and I want to know that the
chocolate is not from your behinds.Ó
ÒSir, youÕre rude,Ó Glenda said. Simultaneously she reached back
behind herself, for she was so used to fixing her panties by now that she
didnÕt even think about it.
ÒThatÕs it! Disobedience of my direct order!Ó Jacob said. ÒKyla, the
cane!Ó
ÒOh, I didnÕt mean to!Ó Glenda said. Kyla approached the blonde. In
her hand was a long, whippy rod, made from bamboo. It had a white ivory
handle, into which the end of the bamboo was fitted. At the other end was
a leather tassel. It was tied to a loop carved in the wood.
ÒOh! ThatÕs an expensive one!Ó Adele sighed, gazing at the cane.
ÒWhen I was spanked on Singapore Airlines it was with a manÕs shoe!Ó
ÒBend over,Ó Kyla said to Glenda. ÒDonÕt try to fix your panties.Ó
ÒOh but IÕm just trying to cover myself!Ó Glenda protested. She bent,
but the movement immediately caused her panties to wedge in her ass.
She reached back behind herself.
ÒTake away your hands!Ó Kyla ordered the blonde.
ÒNo! DonÕt! SheÕll whack you! She hit me with a birch in a cabin!Ó
Jacinta called.
WHACK! Kyla hit Glenda, but on the backs of her thighs.
ÒYOO-HOOOO!Ó Glenda cried. Her hands flew down to her legs.
WHACK! Kyla hit Glenda again, this time on her chubby seat.
ÒYOOOOOCH!Ó Glenda wailed, and lifted her hands to her ass.
ÒOh, you put runs in her stockings!Ó Adele gasped.
Kyla looked at the Asian girl.
ÒTurn around,Ó she said.
ÒWhy?Ó Adele asked. At once her hands flew to her ass.
ÒBecause you are so pretty, and so frail, and I want to see what I can
do to such a delicate bottom,Ó Kyla said.
ÒTurn,Ó Jacob told Adele. ÒYou must obey her. I have put her in
charge.Ó
Hesitantly, Adele obeyed. She smiled sheepishly at Steve as she did.
He gaped back at her. He wanted to focus on the trials that awaited him,
but he found himself overwhelmed by her beauty. He looked at her lovely
hanging tits and her jutting behind.
ÒNo!Ó Steve heard himself croak. ÒLet me!Ó Without even thinking
about it, he unbuckled himself from his seat. He stood up. He walked over
to Kyla, his dick wobbling with his stride. He took the cane from her.
ÒOh, Steven! Why I be punished?Ó Adele asked in suddenly imperfect
English.
ÒBecause you have an ass made for whipping,Ó Steve growled. He
felt suddenly thrilled to be thinking of something besides his cock, and the
tests it would face. ÒBend lower,Ó Steve ordered. ÒTake hold of your
ankles.Ó
Shivering, blushing, Adele obeyed. Steve reached out and took hold
of her panties. Roughly, he pulled them down. He pulled them out of her
ass crack. He yanked them down so that they circled the tops of her
thighs, above her stockings, leaving her bottom bare.
ÒPrepare yourself for the cane,Ó Steve told Adele.
ÒOh my I do not deserve this!Ó Adele cried.
ÒNot only do you deserve it, in order to please me, but I have a
command for you,Ó Steve told the girl. ÒI want you to spread your legs.Ó
She did. ÒFarther,Ó Steve said.
ÒOh Steve, my panties--!Ó Adele complained, for the fabric was
preventing her from opening her legs as wide as he wished.
ÒThatÕs it,Ó Steve said. He swung his cane. It only struck air, for it
was an aiming stroke, but Adele quivered visibly. Her bosoms shook like
fat udders on on overfull cow. ÒI am going to cane you until you piss,Ó
Steve told Adele. ÒYou are too lovely. You are, I think, the loveliest girl in
the Orient. I think all the other Asian girls are jealous of you. So I am
going to make you piss. When you do, your piss wonÕt spill on the carpet.
For we could never have that. A stewardessÕ pee on the carpet! No, your
piss will fall into your panties. Your panties will catch your stream. Then
you will pull your panties back up. YouÕll wear them wet for the rest of
the flight. And if there is an in-flight call, you will answer it. And youÕll
say, ÔHello, this is Adele, and IÕm wearing wet panties!ÕÓ
ÒNo!Ó Adele cried.
WHACK! came the cane, and this time it did not strike air. It
connected with AdeleÕs bare bottom. It left a white mark that quickly
turned red. AdeleÕs hands flew to her ass. She jumped up and clutched at
herself, rubbing her bottom as if it were precious china.
ÒHands away!Ó Steve roared. Gleefully he struck again. The cane bit
into AdeleÕs slender fingers.
ÒHOOOOOCH!Ó Adele wailed. She yanked her slim hands off her butt.
WHACK! Jacob struck again, making the girlÕs cheeks jerk like a
rubber ball.
ÒPiss, and it will be over!Ó Steve told Adele.
ÒNo! No! I canÕt! I canÕt pee in my panties!Ó Adele cried. And it was
true, for she tried relieving herself, as one does sometimes in the pool,
when one is no longer a child, and finds the release does not come.
WHACK! Jacob struck Adele on her ass again, and marvelled at how
beautiful it looked, even now, with the gathering red stripes angled across
its porcelain surface.
ÒYou are a treasure of the Orient, and IÕm going to make you pee in
your panties!Ó Steve chortled. And as he struck her again he marvelled at
how everything came down to this, even in Asia, where Geisha girls spent
hours making themselves up, only to be reduced to this: a wailing, naked
penitent, stripped of all pretense, all civilized airs, made to cry out as
men ravished them.
ÒGood show,Ó Jacob said, sipping his drink. ÒI was wondering when
you were going to provide me with some entertainment.Ó
Jacob could be heard pissing into the toilet in the lavatory a quarter
hour later. He peed freely, with the door open, not minding that he could
be heard or, for that matter, seen. He was the president of the airline. If
he wished to pee in first class with the door to the toilet open, the other
passengers would just have to put up with it, Jacob chuckled to himself.
Steve, meanwhile, sat again in his seat, fingering the cane and
watching as a tearful Adele put Man Delay on his penis.
ÒAh, there is nothing better than a well-punished girl catering to my
dick. Especially an Asian girl,Ó Steve said. ÒEveryone knows that Asians
are the most civilized. How soft your hands are!Ó
Adele looked up at Steve. Her long eyelashes fluttered. They were
too heavily mascaraed, Steve thought. And her lipstick was too thick.
ÒYou look like a whore,Ó Steve told Adele. She seemed on the verge
of shedding more tears when he added, hastily, ÒBut you are not one. And
that is why I donÕt want you looking like one. As the soon-to-be president
of this airline, I hereby order you to wear less makeup. DonÕt mar your
face by putting on so much.Ó
Glenda approached the Oriental girl. Her tits swung with lewd
gracefulness on her chest as she bent down behind her. She lowered the
back of AdeleÕs panties. They were wet.
ÒOoooh!Ó Adele said. She flinched.
ÒIÕm putting cream on your bottom,Ó Glenda told the girl. ÒYouÕll
heal faster that way.Ó
ÒDid I hit her that hard?Ó Steve asked the blonde.
ÒHmmmm,Ó the blonde said. She nodded. Adele flinched again as
Glenda applied more cream to her naked ass. Glenda traced the cane cuts
with her fingers. The skin was not torn but it was bright red where the
cane had marked her. It was also slightly raised. The perfect Oriental
girl, delicate as a vase, had become a painted vase, painted red on her
bottom with the cane.
As Glenda applied the cream, she felt the palpitating of her own
bottom flesh. Also of her thighs, where the cane had bitten her, and torn
her stockings. Yet she felt a curious warmth inside herself, in her womb.
A strange arousal made her feel as if sheÕd been loved, and fucked, even
though she still wore her panties.
ÒI donÕt want you to wear so much makeup,Ó Steve told Adele. ÒFrom
now on, before you fly, you will report to me. For a personal inspection.
Do you understand, young lady?Ó
ÒNot possible,Ó Adele said. She sniffled. She jerked again from the
touching of GlendaÕs fingers, which caused her bosoms to wobble.
ÒWhat do you mean, itÕs not possible? IÕll be the president soon, and
I say itÕs possible!Ó Steve said.
Glenda looked up. ÒSteve, she doesnÕt work for this airline. She
works for Singapore Airlines.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Steve said. He thought a moment, as Adele, with her careful
Oriental fingers, continued to apply Man Delay to his cock. ÒWell,Ó he said.
ÒThereÕs no reason for that. Not after today. Adele, I consider you a well-
disciplined employee. And as such it is imperative that my airline hire
you. Provided you donÕt wear too much makeup. So that settles that. And
whatÕs more, with regular guidance from me, I expect youÕll be the best
disciplined employee on my airline.Ó
ÒSteve San,Ó Adele whispered. She kissed his cock. ÒYou are
asshole.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Steve roared. Glenda clapped her hands to her face and
barely suppressed a giggle.
ÒSteve San--Ó Adele said.
ÒNever mind,Ó Steve answered. ÒNot another word out of you, you
Oriental whore.Ó
Adele stifled a sniffle. Still coating his dick with the Man Delay,
she said, ÒSteve. I have seen machine.Ó
Steve looked at the small Oriental girl, with her lovely young tits,
swaying gently as she massaged him. He wanted to slap her for speaking,
to show her that he was the boss and she must obey. He found suddenly
that he relished power. But somewhere in the back of his mind he
wondered if the presidency wasnÕt going to his head. Was it turning him
from a nice family man into an asshole? Into Jacob? Steve gulped. ÒWhat
machine?Ó he asked Adele.
ÒMachine to cut off penis,Ó Adele said, still caressing him, moving
her hands gently over him as if his dick were the most precious thing in
the world.
ÒOh,Ó Steve gulped. In his joy at controlling Adele, he had forgotten
the tests!
ÒSteve,Ó Adele said. She flinched again as Glenda put more cream on
her ass. ÒSteve. I have seen machine. They had one on Singapore Airlines.
It is adjusted to fit your length. Make sure your penis is measured
properly before you begin. DonÕt boast, asshole.Ó Adele smiled. ÒIf
machine too long, too long for you, you stick yourself in and bell no ring.Ó
ÒBell?Ó Steve asked.
ÒYou must ring bell,Ó Adele said. ÒStick dick all the way in, bell
rings. Then you win. But donÕt stand there congratulating yourself,
asshole dear. Pull out quick. Just Ôcause you ring bell no mean blade wonÕt
fall. You must go in, ring bell, and get out before the blade falls. You will
see.Ó Adele heard Patrick close the door to the toilet as he stepped out of
it. She glanced over her shoulder, then said, softly, ÒMake sure machine
right length. Too long you wonder why bell no ring, and in wondering, chop!
Down come blade and then it too late!Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Steve gasped. He felt like a heel for calling her a whore.
Jacob strolled down the aisle. He was master of all he surveyed, and
he loved it. Kyla was coming out of the kitchen, unaware of him (or so it
seemed!), carrying yet another drink to Steve. Jacob watched the luring
undulations of her bottom. He gazed at the panties wedged haphazardly in
her ass. The girl could no more keep those panties out of her behind than
he could keep himself from staring. And the wonderful thing was, she had
known it the moment she put them on. Perhaps Jacinta might have fancied
that she could wear such an insubstantial garment correctly, but a mature
girl like Kyla could not have entertained such illusions. Yet she had worn
the panties anyway, and agreed to come on the flight wearing them under
her uniform. And she had known that the bikini would be her in-flight
uniform.
All of the girls had dressed in their bikinis knowing that they must
surely be seen in them, and that the bikinis were completely inadequate to
cover their charms. They knew that they must perform their duties in
them. All except little Jacinta, who had thought she was being invited to
go swimming, on an airplane, at 30,000 feet. Jacob loved the innocence of
Jacinta. She knew she would be a Junior Stewardess but she thought the
bikini was for swimming!
Jacob marvelled at the beautiful females congregated around Steven.
He loved their complicity, their willingness to be seen and even to test
themselves against the cane. As he sauntered up the aisle he counted off
the bottoms that had tasted the cane, and those that remained to be
marked: Glenda, with her sultry demeanor, almost begging to be fucked.
She had been the first to feel the cane, though perhaps she could use some
more. And then there was Adele. Perhaps she had been hit too much, and
too hard. But Steve was a man caught in a tedious marriage. Now, on this
flight, he was suddenly liberated. Who would not be intoxicated by AdeleÕs
mystical, exotic beauty? Who would not find himself eager to master her
little body? Its delicacy almost seemed to yearn for conquest. Such a
small, lithe frame, with such generous breasts! Yet almost none of the fat
in her body had found its way past her tits: it was all concentrated there,
leaving her bottom enchantingly small and compact, like a taut rubber ball.
Who would not become carried away at the prospect of bouncing a cane off
such a beautiful little ass?
As Jacob thought of Adele, his eyes remained fixed on KylaÕs behind.
She continued to walk up the aisle ahead of him. Her ass was broader than
the Asian girlÕs, fuller, yet with an upward thrust that lifted and
presented the cheeks. Her hips moved with a liquid grace. They seemed
almost to have a life of their own. As if her upper half was one person,
and her lower half another. Like a Centaur, a man perched on the body of a
horse.
Once a runner had spoken to Jacob, about running. He had said that
when he was running very fast, it was as if his upper body were simply
perched on his legs. They were doing all the work, and he was just along
for the ride. As if he were riding a motorcycle, except he was riding a
pair of running legs. And so it was with Kyla, Jacob thought. Her upper
body was erect, her hair tossed back in its lovely pony tail. And beneath
her slim, straight back, was her rolling, undulating bottom.
Jacinta stepped out from between a row of seats. She had been
kneeling on a seat and looking out the window again, staring at the clouds.
Jacob watched her now as she took her place in the aisle behind Kyla. She
walked with the same unconscious indifference to him as Kyla did; either
unaware of him or pretending to be. Jacob watched the youthful swing of
her childish bottom. In contrast to the regular, teasing metronome quality
of KylaÕs bottom, JacintaÕs was more erratic. There was a tempting
angularity to the hips, as of a bottom still caught in the grip of childhood.
The cheeks had a proud jut. They moved in a quick, jerking motion.
Jacinta caught up to Kyla and she tapped the young woman on the shoulder.
Kyla turned. In a high voice, Jacinta asked,
ÒOh, must I be spanked too? I donÕt wish to be spanked!Ó
Jacob laughed to himself. The girl seemed to be inviting that which
she said she wished to avoid. She had mentioned it out of the blue; as if
all the time sheÕd been staring at the clouds, she had been thinking of her
bottom! Kyla caught sight of Jacob coming up the aisle. She pointed to the
man.
ÒThere is the person you will have to ask about your behind,Ó Kyla
told Jacinta. The girl whirled. Jacob wondered if the wide eyes he found
himself staring into, in the 14-year-oldÕs face, were wide with true
innocence or only childishly feigned innocence.
ÒOh! Must I be spanked too?Ó Jacinta asked Jacob. Her hands flew to
her bottom as she spoke. To JacobÕs surprise, he found himself staring at
her mons. She no longer wore her panties. He gazed at the lovely triangle
of her pubic hair. It had traces of dried ice cream upon it. There were
marks, too, on her thighs, where the ice cream had trickled down her legs.
Jacob gazed at the girl and smiled. How sweet she looked with her
hands clapped to her naked bottom flesh! Jacob walked up to Jacinta. He
lifted one of her braids. He fondled the ribbon tied at the end of it.
ÒWhere are your panties?Ó Kyla asked Jacinta, seeing her bare hips.
ÒI- I took them off,Ó Jacinta replied. But she did not turn to Kyla as
she spoke. She kept her eyes fixed on Jacob.
Jacob fondled JacintaÕs braids.
ÒI think it would be good for you to be spanked,Ó Jacob told the girl.
He spoke seriously, like a father to her, as if discussing her report card.
ÒOh, but I havenÕt been bad!Ó Jacinta protested.
Jacob laughed. He loved the feeling of his penis shaking as he
laughed; like a big, full tube, wobbling nakedly and erectly.
ÒYou have taken off your panties,Ó Jacob said. ÒDid I tell you to do
that?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Jacinta said. ÒBut there was ice cream in them. It was
sticky.Ó
ÒSo you just decided to take off your panties, and walk around my
airplane with your bare bottom?Ó Jacob asked. He sat down in an empty
seat. He pulled Jacinta across his lap. The girl resisted, but not so hard
as to refuse him. She let herself be dragged belly-down across his knees,
with her ass pointing up, her feet kicking slightly. ÒIÕm going to give you
fourteen spanks,Ó Jacob told the girl. ÒOne for each year of your age.Ó He
caressed her ass. He forced her to move her hands away from it so he
could stroke it and admire it. ÒWhat do you think of that?Ó Jacob asked
the girl. ÒDo you think fourteen spanks will be enough?Ó
Jacinta, her feet wiggling and her hands grasping at the air,
considered. She was like a child considering a question on a test. Finally,
her voice breathy, her naked breasts wobbling like hanging treats as she
spoke, pendant just beyond the edge of JacobÕs thigh, she said, ÒI think I
might need fifteen.Ó
ÒFifteen?Ó Jacob asked.
ÒYes. Because IÕm going to be fifteen soon,Ó Jacinta told him.
ÒVery well, then,Ó Jacob said, still caressing her small heinie.
ÒFifteen it will be.Ó
ÒI was hit with a birch once,Ó Jacinta said. ÒBy Kyla.Ó
Jacob looked up. Kyla was standing in the aisle, gazing at the two of
them like an indulgent mother. There was no guilt on her face. As Kyla
watched Jacinta wiggling in JacobÕs lap, she reached up and undid her pony
tail. She shook out her hair. She was beautiful, nonchalant, loving the
spectacle her little friend made and thinking of nothing at all, simply
being, enjoying her nudity and the nudity of Jacinta and the casual
lewdness of it all. Jacob looked back down at the teen. He looked at her
anxiously tossing braids, at her lovely slender back over which they
swished. He admired the way JacintaÕs bare back merged into her
immature, gently flaring hips. With a sense of possession he looked at the
chubby wiggly cheeks of her naked ass.
ÒDid it hurt?Ó Jacob asked the girl. ÒWhen Kyla hit you with the
birch?Ó
ÒYes.Ó Jacinta replied.
ÒThis will hurt too,Ó Jacob said. Jacinta drew in her breath. Jacob
felt her bare hanging boobs shudder against the outside of his thigh. ÒAre
you ready?Ó Jacob asked the girl. Jacinta nodded. It was a quick nod, like
a girl agreeing to be given a candy.
Kyla interrupted. Her voice was soft, almost loving. As if coming
out of a trance, catching finally the accusation that had been lodged
against her, she said, ÒI only hit her once. One time. One stroke. She
makes it sound as if I gave her a beating.Ó
ÒIt hurt!Ó Jacinta said. Her hands rose to her hiney but Jacob batted
her hands away.
ÒDonÕt cover yourself,Ó Jacob said. ÒI want you to grasp my pants
leg. Grab it and hold on, and donÕt let go, or IÕll give you more than fifteen
spanks.Ó The girl complied. Her hands grabbed him eagerly, like a baby
grabbing a treat.
It was then that Jacob knew the true nature of the two girls who
were now in his presence. One was 19, on the verge of adulthood, and
experienced already at adult games. Jacob guessed that she loved the
indulgence that punishment could provide. The other, only 14, was
following in the footsteps of the 19-year-old. She was still
inexperienced at erotic pleasure, not to mention punishment. But she was
eager to learn.
Jacob could have sat that way for the rest of his life, poised to
spank Jacinta, yet still fondling her, loving the jut and swell of her
cheeks. To give a really good spanking one had to admire the one to be
spanked. He guessed Jacinta knew this, instinctively. She knew he was
not just preparing to spank her, to discipline her, but was in fact in awe
of her. And he was. Jacob regretted beginning the punishment. Beginning
was the beginning of coming to an ending. And he suddenly wanted this
never to end. Yet the girl was wiggling so much, on his erect cock, that he
risked spurting if he did not quickly begin. He must get it over with, so as
not to embarrass himself by spending as he sat in the seat.
WHACK! JacobÕs hand came down hard. JacintaÕs cheeks shuddered.
The pressure of her small belly on his cock increased. WHACK! WHACK!
ÒOwooooooo!Ó Jacinta howled. Her hands gripped his pants leg.
ÒOh! The little one is having her bottom smacked!Ó Jacob heard one
of the stewardesses say.
The spanking continued. It was a lovely sound, of ripe flesh being
swatted by a large, hard male hand. A childÕs cry; luscious in its
plaintiveness. Jacinta never let go of JacobÕs pants leg. He expected her
hands to fly up, to resist, but instead she only gripped him harder,
obedient to the very last, taking each hand smack like a Junior Amazon,
who was also a Junior Stewardess.
ÒWe must have more girls in our Higher Achievement Program,Ó
Jacob said when he had finished. He felt dazed. His cock was so hard! He
had not felt himself this aroused in years. Certainly his wife had not
excited him this much. He looked up at Kyla. He gazed at her bare young
tits as he lifted the younger girl off his knees. ÒYou have both-- you have
both done very well,Ó Jacob gasped.
ÒOh, but I have not been spanked,Ó Kyla told Jacob. Her hands flew to
her panties. They gripped the waistband. Slowly she slid her panties
down off her hips, exposing her bush. She pushed them farther. She
pushed them down her smooth thighs to her knees. ÒAm I next?Ó Kyla
asked Jacob, as a sniffling, sobbing Jacinta got up from his lap.
ÒAl- Alright,Ó Jacob said. He watched with mesmerized eyes as Kyla
laid herself across him. Her feet lifted off the floor as she laid herself in
his lap. Her hands dropped down his right leg. She grasped his trousers,
near the ankle. He felt her indrawn belly upon his cock. He felt the swell
of her bosoms pressing against the outside of his thigh. He watched as her
face turned upward and looked at him.
ÒIÕm ready for my spanking, sir,Ó Kyla said to Jacob. There was
mischief in her eyes. She knew very well how stiff he was, how excited
his organ was. She knew that his swatting hand on her rump would cause
her to roll and wiggle. She knew the greater struggle would not be hers,
enduring his slapping hand on her rump, but his, desperately trying to hold
himself in as she wiggled agitatedly on his penis.
ÒOh, God!Ó Jacob gasped.
Jacinta stood in the aisle. Briskly she rubbed her bottom.
ÒOh God!Ó Jacob said again. He felt overwhelmed by the proximity of
young female flesh. Lying across his knees, standing contritely beside
him. Lips and breasts and long legs and arched bottoms, all within reach,
all available, all maddeningly affecting his aching cock!
WHACK! Jacob struck KylaÕs ass with his hand. The woman gasped,
rolled. Jacob felt the pressure of her slim belly upon his cock.
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