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Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part nine
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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.
Part Nine.
http://www.mschristine.com/bank.html
Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.
David stood up and attempted to straighten himself out
beneath the knickers, to make himself more respectable.
He climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom. Karin
was removing her skirt and jacket, dressed now in
leather basque, panties and stockings. The boots, David
could now see, ended some four inches above her knees.
Karin turned to face him. By way of explanation for why
she was undressing she said, "Those clothes are a bit
restricting for what I have in mind for you David. I'm
going to need plenty of room for movement."
David hoped that after all these games, his hour had
finally come. His prospects rose as she lowered her
eyes to his penis, which now pointed at her through the
maid's dress. She seemed to almost lick her lips in
anticipation.
David's spirits soared as she instructed, "Lie on the
bed."
He crawled across the quilt and lay on his back
expectantly, as Karin walked around to the head of the
bed. His dreams crashed as she ordered, "Face down."
He turned over, thinking of her earlier comment. 'Six
strokes', she did mean it after all! But at least then
it would all be over. He would have paid his dues. How
bad could six strokes be? Six strokes with what?
Grabbing his left wrist, she snapped a manacle in place
and quickly walking around the bed, she did the same at
left ankle, right ankle and right wrist.
My god, he thought. She is prepared for this. Cuffs
already in place on the bed! How often does she do this
kind of thing? What kind of woman had got her claws
into him? He began to feel genuine fear and
trepidation.
This was a gigantic mistake, he thought, he had to get
out of this now. "Please Madam," he begged, "can I go
now, I'm sorry Madam. I've learnt my lesson."
"Shut up," she threatened, "or it will be very much
worse for you." She left the room for some moments and
returned with a number of implements that she dumped on
the chair beside the bed.
She pulled the maid's outfit up to his shoulders and
tried to pull the knickers down. She encountered the
resistance of his erection, and tugged harder until the
knickers came down to the tops of his thighs. "Oh yes,"
she said, "it seems you really deserve this my lad.
Even now you're lusting!"
She walked around the bed until she was in his line of
sight. "Look at me David," she commanded. She was
standing with one hand on her hip, the other behind her
back, her legs astride. Blatantly exposed, her black
silky knickers barely concealed her mound. The basque
moulding her figure like a corset gave her a voluptuous
shape. Her breasts pointed at him.
Above, the black choker completed the black ensemble
and seemed to focus his eyes towards her cleavage.
His eyes ran down again to her mound framed by black
suspenders. That black silky triangle between powerful
thighs seemed to embody all his desires and engulfed
him. Despite his situation David wanted her
desperately, his penis twitched and jerked against the
bedcovers beneath him. He had never wanted a woman so
badly in his life. She is a veritable sex goddess, he
thought. It took but moments for him to absorb the
eroticism of the vision before him, but it seemed like
an age.
Karin continued, having only paused briefly to be sure
she had his full attention. "You insulted me and my
home by your filthy behaviour last night, for that I am
going to give you twelve strokes of the tawse."
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