Emma’s descent part 2

Emma’s punishment continues, now her old retired neighbour is involved

I saw the boys turn the corner and then, making sure the coast was clear, I made a run for it. It was bad  enough being naked in the park, but being naked out on the street is a hundred times worse, as I imagined people at every window looking out at me, seeing my heavy tits bounce lewdly as I ran to get my dress. I picked it up and struggled to get it on, as I was in such a panic, crouched down by the side of the car. It didn’t help that I was still in view of several houses, and I had to scrunch down really low as a car passed. I managed to get the dress on, but still felt very exposed, as it was so short and low-cut. The boys didn’t even wait for me. They were way up the road, laughing as they kicked a coke can noisily along the street. As I walked quickly to catch up with them, I knew it was only a matter of time before I was caught playing these games. I turned the corner into our street when someone said, “Hello, Emma.”

It was Mr Grimsley, our neighbour. He’d recently retired from the police force, and was a keen gardener, and he’d even won awards and stuff for his roses. Mum let him grow things in our garden, as neither of us was interested in anything like that, and we only ever went out there to sunbathe or hang out the washing.

“Uh, hello, Mr Grimsley.”

I could feel his eyes all over me, looking me up and down, checking me out. I wasn’t surprised, as I always thought he was a bit of a pervert. One time I was in the back garden, sunbathing in my bikini and I woke up to find Mr Grimsley standing over me, leering at me. Still half-asleep, I failed to notice my bikini top had  moved up and one of my nipples was clearly on show. I couldn’t say for sure that Mr Grimsley did it, but he clearly enjoyed the sight.

“That’s a nice dress, Emma,” he said. “Very fetching.”

“Um, thanks. It’s quite old. I just thought I’d wear it to… um… my friend’s house.”

“Was it a party?”

“No, just me and her… ”

“Because I was wondering about the ribbons in your hair.”

I blushed as I’d totally forgotten the pink ribbons and the fact that my hair was in pig-tails. I must have looked ridiculous to him. I knew I had to get home before Mum saw me like this.

“Oh, we were just fooling around… she just gave me a make-over… it was just a bit of fun for my facebook page… ”

I was babbling and even I didn’t think I sounded convincing. Luckily Mr Grimsley couldn’t see how much I was blushing. He seemed to be spending more time staring at my breasts than looking at my face anyway. Maybe he was remembering the time he saw my nipple.

“I think it suits you, Emma. It makes you look like a sweet little girl. Remember when I used to bounce you on my knee?”

How could I forget? It was after Dad left. Mr Grimsley was at the house a lot, helping Mum out, including looking after me. Thinking back, I’m sure he just wanted to have sex with Mum, as she was sad and lonely and vulnerable, and Mr Grimsley’s marriage had just ended too. I don’t know if they ever did it, but I was young at the time and didn’t know about such things, so I wouldn’t have noticed anyway.

“You used to call me Uncle Ted. Remember?”

“Yes, I remember. Um, do you know what time it is?”

“I’ll tell you, but I want to hear you call me Uncle Ted again?”

I felt silly, but I even put on a little girly voice as I said, “What’s the time, Uncle Ted?”

“Ha ha, that’s a good girl. It’s nine-forty.”

I started to walk home, figuring Mr Grimsley would walk alongside me, but he hadn’t moved. I turned to look at him, and saw that he had a stern look on his face.

“Don’t you think it would be polite to thank me, Emma? Where are your manners?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Thank you Mr Grimsley.”

“Call me Uncle Ted.”

I hesitated, seeing if he was joking or not, but I could see he was serious.

“Um, I’m sorry, Uncle Ted.”

“Say it like you did before. You’re dressed like a little girl, you might as well sound like one.”

So I apologised again, using my little girl voice, trying to sound really sincere. God, what was happening to me lately?

“I’m really, really sorry, Uncle Ted.”

“That’s better. Manners don’t cost anything, you know.”

I started walking and Mr Grimsley walked alongside me. I figured I had plenty of time to get home before Mum, as long as she didn’t finish at Mrs Pinner’s early. Suddenly, out of the blue, Mr Grimsley slapped my bottom, hard.

“Ouch.”

“Just reminding you that naughty girls get spanked. You have been naughty, haven’t you, Emma?”

“No… ”

“I was a policeman for twenty-six years, young lady. I know when someone’s lying to me. You’d better come clean, or it will be worse for you. I’ll ask you one more time… Have you been naughty?”

Where do I begin? I knew I couldn’t tell him the truth, about Paul and Tommy and Mr Richmond, but Mr Grimsley stared at me intently, and it was like he could see into my brain. I knew I had to tell him something.

“I, um… I had a cigarette at Suzy’s house… Please don’t tell Mum… You know she hates me smoking.”

It was true. I started smoking at school and my Mum went mental when she found out. It was even worse when she found out I was still smoking two years later, sneaking cigarettes in my bedroom. She was so against smoking, she threatened to throw me out unless I quit. so I did. It was one of the hardest things I ever did.

Mr Grimsley looked at me, and I was sure he didn’t believe me, but he smiled and we carried on walking. I thought I was finally free of him as we approached his house, but it wasn’t to be.

“You’d best come in, Emma. I have a cook book your mother wanted to borrow.”

“Um, can’t you bring it over tomorrow?”

I knew he usually came and worked in the garden on Sundays, if the weather was nice.

“Don’t be so obstinate, young lady. It will only take two minutes. Come on.”

My big fear was him seeing me in this dress in the bright light of his kitchen, but there was no way out of it. I followed him into his house and he smiled at me as he looked me over, leering at me as his eyes travelled up and down my body.

“My, that is a lovely dress. And so short too. But I suppose that’s the way you young girls wear them these days. Not so long ago, you’d probably be arrested for showing so much leg.”

“Can I get the book? I’m sorry, but I really have to get back… ”

“Don’t be so impatient. Besides, you haven’t had your punishment yet.”

“No… please… I have to go… ”

“Well, okay, but I’ll see your mother tomorrow and I’m sure she’ll be interested to know you’ve started smoking again… ”

Why was this happening to me? Why do I keep getting into these situations? I’d told a stupid lie, but I knew Mum would believe Mr Grimsley, if he told her I’d been smoking. And then she’d wonder what I was doing out anyway, when I was supposed to be home looking after the boys. Mr Grimsley’s smile broadened when he saw my shoulders slump, and he knew I was signalling my defeat.

“What do I have to do?”

“You can start by calling me Uncle Ted again. Not just today, but from now on.”

I bowed my head and said, “Yes, Uncle Ted.”

“And now you can bend over the table and accept your punishment.”

I just stood there, rooted to the spot. I was trembling all over.

“I’m not going to tell you again, Emma.”

“I… I have a confession to make… Uncle Ted… ”

“I’m waiting… ”

“I, um… I didn’t have a cigarette. I lied about that. I did something else… ”

Mr Grimsley leaned back against the counter, folding his arms, waiting to hear the rest of my confession. I still couldn’t tell him the truth, but I figured if he was going to spank me anyway, he’d soon find out I didn’t have any underwear on, so I came up with a different story.

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

The room was silent, except for the ticking of a clock and the thumping of my heart.

Mr Grimsley said, “I think my next question is obvious, Emma. Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

“It was… a dare. We were messing around and Suzy dared me to walk home without any underwear on. It was just meant to be a bit of fun… ”

Mr Grimsley was looking at me, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. I stared down at his shoes, which were black and shiny, like he’d just brushed them. He always had shiny shoes and well-pressed trousers, except for when he was gardening.

“Prove it. Show me.”

What could I do? I knew he could still get me in trouble with Mum for not wearing underwear, but then he’d have to explain how he knew. Of course, I’d also be in trouble for leaving the boys alone, and I’d have to explain why I left the house in a dress that was too small for me, but maybe I could think of something.
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“Come along, Emma.”

I didn’t even realize I’d done it, but I was lifting the bottom of my dress, holding it up around my waist, letting Mr Grimsley see my pubes. I was used to people seeing me naked lately, but it still creeped me out to expose myself to Mr Grimsley like this.Since the incident with the bikini, I always made sure to dress modestly around him, so as not to encourage his leering and lustful glances.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

I did as I was told, showing Mr Grimsley my bare bum. I wondered if it was marked from my whipping in the park, but Mr Grimsley didn’t mention it. When I had turned all the way around, I stood with my dress still up, and Mr Grimsley was smiling at my obedience.

“Take your dress off.”

I somehow felt compelled to obey. It was like I was in a trance. I hated what I was doing, but I was getting a thrill out of it too, and my pussy was responding, getting wet. I dropped my dress on the floor and stepped out of it. I was now all but naked in front of our pervert neighbour, making no attempt to cover myself up.

“Such nice big tits you have. I always liked your titty’s, Emma. Take your shoes and socks off. I want you naked.”

When I did as he demanded, he said, “Jump up and down.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I was naked in Mr Grimsley’s kitchen, bouncing up and down for his amusemant. Of course, his sole intention was to make my big breasts bounce about wildly, and they duly obliged.

“Now do some star jumps.”

I felt so stupid, doing star jumps for this dirty old pervert. I always hated doing them, even at school, but this was a million times worse. My breasts were bouncing everywhere and I was already puffed out. I really needed to get in shape.

“Stop.”

I was huffing and puffing, like I’d run a marathon.

“Mr… I mean, Uncle Ted… I have to go… I have to get back… before Mum comes home… ”

Mr Grimsley looked up at the clock on the wall above the friddge. It was almost ten. he seemed reluctant to let me go now that he had me, and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, as I bet he didn’t often have naked girls in his kitchen.

“Very well, but don’t think this is over, Emma. I’ll be over tomorrow, as usual. I’m sure we’ll find time to continue your punishment. In the meantime, I’d like a little souvenir of tonight’s activities. Wait here.”

Two minutes later, Mr Grimsley returned with an expensive looking video camera. He was already filming me as he came into the kitchen. I had always been camera shy, but now I was blushing a deep shade of red as Mr Grimsley filmed me standing naked in his kitchen. So this was his little souvenir…

“Smile, Emma. Look at the camera. Good girl. Now, sit up on the counter.”

I glanced at the clock, wondering how long this was going to take. Then I did as I was told, jumping up onto the counter. The surface was cool against my bare bottom.

“Spread your legs.”

I wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so I opened my legs, knowing he was getting a good shot of my pussy. I felt so embarrassed. I could see my reflection in the darkness of the kitchen window and I looked like a girl in a porn movie, which I was, I guess.

“Wider. Good girl. I think I’ll get a nice close-up here… ”

Instead oif just zooming in, Mr Grimsley brought the camera close, until he was crouching between my open legs.

“Oh, my. Looks like you’ve been a naughty girl tonight.”

I knew then that he was close enough to see the dried cum on my thighs from Mr Richmond’s finger fucking in the park. I’d wiped my pussy but must have missed my thighs.

“You and Suzy must have had some fun tonight… ”

“Please… Uncle Ted… I have to go… ”

Mr Grimsley backed up until I was in full shot again. I still kept my legs open for him and tried to look as if I was enjoying this humiliating experience, though I’m sure my smile must have looked false.

Mr Grimsley said, “Why don’t you tell the viewers something about yourself, Emma? Speak up. Tell them your name and how old you are.”

Oh God.

“My name is Emma Chaplin. I am 20 years old.”

Mr Grimsley was signalling for me to continue. What was I supposed to say?

“I, uh, like movies and dancing and… and I have no brothers or sisters… ”

“This isn’t a bloody dating video, Emma. But, seeing as you like dancing, why not shake those titties for us?”

“Um, Uncle Ted… ?” I looked pleadingly up at the clock. Finally, Mr Grimsley relented and switched off the camera.

“You’re a natural, Emma. Now, get dressed and go. I’m going to send this to a few friends of mine, and give them a nice treat.”

“No, please… Don’t… ”

But he was already heading up the stairs, no doubt going to go online and share me with his friends, whoever they were. I just hoped it wasn’t anybody I knew. I would have run after him and begged him not to, but it was getting late and I couldn’t afford to hang about. I dressed quickly and headed across the street to home. I knew
Mr Grimsley wasn’t finished with me, but I’d have to deal with that tomorrow.

Paul and Tommy were in the front room, watching a Bruce Willis film.

“Where have you been, young lady?”

“I got talking to a neighbour… sir.”

Just then, I heard the key in the front door. I sprinted upstairs, to the safety of my bedroom. I quickly stripped off the dress and pulled the ribbons from my hair, and threw on some denim shorts and an old t-shirt, not bothering with any underwear. I managed to get my shoes and socks off just as the door opened. It was Paul.

“Your Mum wants you. Me and Tommy have to go to bed now. Wait until your Mum goes to bed, and then come and see us. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Naked.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mum was in the front room, watching TV.

Without turning around, she said, “How were the boys tonight? Any trouble?”

“No, they were fine. I’m not a kid, Mum. I can look after two teenage boys.”

The look she gave me made me think she didn’t agree. She stared at my breasts a second and I thought she was going to ask why I was braless again. But then she started telling me all the gossip that she’d picked up tonight. It was all pretty boring, but I sat and listened to it while half-watching a TV programme about dolphins. When she finally finished telling me about Mrs Harris’ hip operation, it was almost eleven thirty. I told her I was tired and was going to bed.

“I don’t know how you can be tired,” she said. “You don’t do anything. You could have at least done the washing up while I was out.”

“Sorry, Mum. I’ll do it in the morning.”

I went up to bed and thought about Mr Grimsley, and all his friends seeing the video of me naked, sitting on the kitchen counter with my legs spread and my pussy on display.What if he showed it to people who knew me, like our neighbours or my co-workers, or even the postman? I’d let an old boyfriend take some dirty pictures of me once, at college, and it made me wonder if he still had them, or if he showed them to anybody. I wouldn’t have done it except he got me drunk and talked me into it. But they didn’t even show my pussy, and this was much worse.

I lay there in the dark and thought about all the things that had happened to me this evening, in the park and at Mr Grimsley’s house. Despite being humiliated by everything, it made me wet and I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy hard. I had a dildo – a big black rubber cock – but it was in the closet in the other bedroom, so I
had to make do with my fingers. I was so turned on, it took me just a few minutes to bring myself to a shuddering climax.

I lay in the dark and waited for Mum to go to bed. I hoped she wouldn’t be long, as I was tired and I didn’t want to risk falling asleep and disobeying Paul’s instructions. I knew they’d punish me if I did. So I turned on the light and read for a while. It was gone midnight when I heard Mum coming up the stairs. I wondered what she’d say if I told her what had been happening these last two days. She’d probably say it was all my fault for being so stupid. She’d say it was typical of me, getting myself into such a mess. She’d say I deserved everything that happened to me.  She’d probably be right.

I waited half an hour, even though Mum usually fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. I turned the light out and crept naked down the hall to the boys’ bedroom, and slipped inside. The light was out, but there was enough light to see by. Both boys were awake and sitting up in bed, waiting for me. Both boys were shirtless, though I couldn’t see if they had anything on under the blankets.

I went and sat on the bed beside Paul. We spoke quietly, as we didn’t want Mum waking up, even though her bedroom was down the hall.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Emma, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, though I didn’t know specifically what he was talking about. I’d definitely been naughty tonight, in about a hundred different ways.

Tommy said, “Get in the bed. Don’t want you catching cold.”

I got in bed between the two boys. It was quite a big bed, but we were still squeezed together, and I realized that both boys were as naked as I was. Their bodies were hot as they pressed against me.

Tommy said, “You’re our slave now, aren’t you?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir. I’m your slave.”

Despite their confidence, I detected a slight reservation in the way the boys were acting., even after all they’d done to me these last two days. But once I confirmed that I was their slave, things quickly changed. I assumed they’d discussed what they were going to do to me, because Paul took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was
already hard, as you’d expect with a 13 year old boy naked in bed with a girl. I knew what he wanted and started to slowly stroke his cock up and down, as I’d done with some of my boyfriends in the past. Paul’s cock was smaller than any I’d handled before and it felt different, but I didn’t let it put me off.

Paul was breathing hard, and I knew he couldn’t last long, as it was probably his first time being touched by a girl. I wasn’t worried about Mum finding cum on the sheets and blankets,. as I assumed it was normal with teenage boys.

Paul said, “Put it… in your mouth… ”

I knelt up on the bed and pulled back the blankets, seeing Paul’s cock in the dim light. The last time I saw it, he was peeing on me. I lowered my head and took his full length into my mouth without any trouble. I never liked sucking cock before, and took a lot of persuading to do it when my boyfriends asked. I let one boy cum in my mouth when I was at school, but I didn’t like it and never let anyone do it again. I started to suck on Paul’s cock, doing it slowly, taking my time.

Tommy said, “You can tell she’s had a lot of experience.”

I glanced up and saw that Tommy had moved around to get a better view. He was standing by the bed now and I was again amazed at the size of his cock. I guessed I’d  be sucking on that too when I finished with Paul.

to be continued…

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