NOTE TO READERS: There is a brief episode of spanking in this story. If that makes you uncomfortable, please skip this story.
Megan was an angry girl in high school, but she had her reasons. Her mom died of cancer while she was a sophomore, and she had to grow up quickly. She had to watch her younger brother and sister after school, get dinner ready for the family and keep the house clean. Her dad treated her like the woman of the house, expecting her to be an adult overnight. There was more to her anger than that, though Megan didn't realize it at the time. Shortly after she had sprouted little titties, her father had seemed distant and awkward around her and their relationship changed, so when her mom died it was as if she had neither parent. For his part, her dad didn't understand how to deal with a young woman going through puberty and didn't have his wife of twenty two years to rely on.
At school the boys seemed to prefer the big breasted bubbly types without a brain, and the popular kids ignored her. She resented being tethered to her younger siblings, and felt like she was all alone with nobody she could talk to. Everybody else at school seemed to have no responsibilities. Their parents gave them whatever they wanted and they were free to hang out and do nothing. She was an unhappy little girl.
Her few occasions to date, such as the senior prom, weren't very successful. She was painfully shy around boys and the evenings were clumsy affairs, usually capped off by feeble attempts on the part of the boys to feel her up.
By the time she graduated high school, her sister was old enough to take over her responsibilities at home, and Megan began working as a sales clerk at her dad's jewelry store. Her outlook improved as she no longer had responsibilities for the kids, she had her mom's old BMW to drive, and she was going to start college soon. She still felt uncomfortable with her petite body; it appeared to her that her slim hips and butt were far too boyish and her breasts were far too small. At least they now filled up an A cup, but that wasn't much consolation.
With the job came the need to buy clothes. She usually just wore jeans, but now she needed to dress up in skirts and fashionable tops. It was hard shopping for dressy clothes. Everything seemed to be designed for girls with more curves, and even the petite sizes were a little baggy on her. Also with the job came Megan's first time out in an adult world; virtually all the customers were much older.
Megan was helping a man of about sixty one day who wanted to look at rings. The lock on the display case was giving her trouble and as she bent over trying to get the key to work, she noticed in the mirrored display case that the man was staring down her shirt. When she looked up, he averted his eyes, pretending to be looking at another part of the display case, but as soon as she looked down she could plainly see him ogling her. She was shocked. She had never noticed an old man eying her sexually and couldn't understand it. She felt a little flushed, and after he had left, she went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror while bending over to see what he saw. The neckline on her top was too big for her petite frame, and when she bent over she could clearly see her small breasts covered by her heavily padded bra. She had very little cleavage and didn't understand the attraction. Especially for a man almost as old as her grandpa.
The rest of the day, she experimented with the older men that came into the shop, seeing if they tried to look down her shirt as the old man had done. She bent over for all of them, then quickly looked up to see if she could catch them, and she was certain that most of them did. She couldn't believe this was happening. Had this been going on all along, or was it just that this top was more revealing than others? It sure seemed to her that the boys her own age ignored her. She felt strange; half disgusted and half excited.
That night, she went to the mall and bought sexy underwear to wear under her skirts and tops. She had never bought underwear that was sexy or frilly. It was fun trying them on, though it was embarrassing shopping for them. They were kind of expensive, so she only got two panties and two bras. Both the panties were thong style. One of the bras was black and one white, and both of them only had about a half cup that only covered the bottom of her breasts and the nipple. She bent over while trying them on and moved around to see how much they would show. Depending on her position, she could almost see her nipples. She was surprised that she felt so excited thinking about wearing these in public.
She locked her bedroom door, threw the shopping bag on the bed and took off her clothes. She put on her new underwear and posed in front of her mirror in all sorts of provocative positions. She had never thought of herself as sexy before. She was trying to imagine herself as these old men saw her, but she still couldn't understand them. She tried on several of her work outfits to see how they would look with the new underwear, picking one that she would wear the next day. She picked out a sheer camisole top with thin straps, and a very short skirt. She could make out her black bra through the thin top and the bra straps were exposed. The short skirt barely covered her thong when she sat or bent over. She was excited thinking about tomorrow.
She put on a pair of gym shorts and a tee and sat in bed with the TV on. She fired up her computer and spent some time on Face book. Boring of talking to her ex-classmates, she typed "old men sex" in the Google bar. She rarely looked at pornography, considering it gross, but her curiosity was aroused. A list of websites opened up with older men having sex with younger girls. Curious, she clicked on one. Of course she knew that old men still had dicks, but she had never given thought to the fact that they sometimes got hard. She had never considered anyone over 40 as a sexual being. She wasn't attracted to older men, but they seemed to be attracted to her and she was very curious about that. Given how many websites were devoted to older men with younger girls, it wasn't uncommon. As she clicked on some of the thumbnail images, galleries of videos or pictures showing old men stuffing their dicks into younger girls opened up. She began to get very horny. She turned off her lights and took off her clothes, then lay back in bed. She brushed her nipples, which were already beginning to stiffen due to the cool air from her ceiling fan. As she looked at the dirty videos, she reached between her legs and began idly brushing her fingers up and down her pussy lips. As the blood began to race to her pussy, the lips parted and she gently stroked her inner lips. They also began to part, exposing her sensitive clitoris. She gently circled the little bud, applying only indirect pressure to it. She knew exactly how to bring herself to the edge of orgasm and stay there for a while, extending the pleasure. Tonight though, she was impatient to feel the waves of pleasure crashing into her pussy immediately. As the man in the video mounted his young girl, Megan slipped her fingers into her vagina and imagined herself being filled with a large cock. As the video reached its climax, with the man spurting wads of gooey cum on the girl's buttocks, Megan allowed herself to come with a vengeance. She switched off her computer and lay quietly, allowing her breath to return to normal. Then she put on her PJs and went to sleep.
Her first customer the next day was Mr. Thompson, a friend of her dad's that was a long time customer. He was probably around fifty five and said he was looking for a birthday present for his wife. She had known Mr. Thompson and his wife for a long time. He played golf with her dad sometimes and the couple had even been over to their house, before her mom died. Now her dad didn't play golf anymore and never had company.
"When's her birthday, Mr. Thompson?" Megan asked cheerfully.
"Next week," he said.
"That means her birthstone is ruby. Do you want to look at rubies or were you thinking of diamonds?"
"Show me some rubies please. I've never gotten her rubies."
Since rubies were July's birthstone her dad had ordered a large selection of various pendants, earrings and rings with rubies set in them. She took Mr. Thompson over to the case where they were displayed.
"Let me pull them out of the case so you can see them better," she said.
She bent over at the waist and made a show of having trouble with the key, giving Mr. Thompson a perfect view down her top. She couldn't imagine Mr. Thompson being interested in her but was interested to find out. "Hell, Mr. Thompson still probably thinks of me as a child," she thought. "The last time he saw me I was probably thirteen years old." As she jiggled the key she could feel her little boobies jiggling in the flimsy bra. Looking in the mirror on the bottom of the display case, she saw Mr. Thompson intently looking down at her. She was very surprised and a little excited. She finally got the case opened and put the jewelry on the countertop.
"Why don't you look at these for a moment while I got one more case out," Megan said.
She went to another case that had a few ruby pieces, turning her back on Mr. Thompson. She bent over at the waist as she reached into the display cabinet. She could feel her very short skirt riding up her thighs, and imagined that she had Mr. Thompson's attention. She doubted that he could see her thong, but probably very close to it. She raised her butt a little higher in the air, just to give him another half inch of visibility. She carried the case of ruby jewelry over to where the others were, and came out from behind the counter to stand next to Mr. Thompson.
"Do you see anything that you like?" Megan asked.
"These are pretty," he said, pointing at a pair of ruby earrings.
"There's a matching pendant," Megan said, showing him a beautiful ruby set on a gold chain. "Let me show you."
Megan took the pendant and put it around her neck. The pendant hung just above the neckline of her top. Mr. Thompson stared at the stone, or her body, Megan couldn't be sure which. She picked up the ruby earrings and held them to her ears, allowing Mr. Thompson to see what the jewelry looked like. He asked the price, and when Megan told him, he said, "Those are perfect. I'll take them."
Megan put her hand on Mr. Thompson's arm and said, "Your wife will love them. I'll gift wrap them for you."
As Megan reached over to grab the cases so she could put them up, she intentionally brushed against Mr. Thompson for just a second, but it was long enough to tell that he had an erection.
He looked astonished, and Megan said, "Oh, excuse me." She continued as though nothing had happened, leaving Mr. Thompson to wonder if she had noticed the boner he was sporting.
As Megan wrapped the purchases, she made it a point to bend over her work, allowing Mr. Thompson some last views of her dainty little upper body. Megan rang up the purchase, put them in a little bag, and said goodbye to Mr. Thompson as he left the store.
Megan was really surprised. She understood that lots of men liked younger women. She knew that there were even a few perverts that were turned on by very young girls. But she would never have guessed that Mr. Thompson, a long time friend of the family who had known her as a little girl would find her skinny body attractive. She was going to have to rethink her views of herself. Either her body wasn't as pitifully under developed as she thought it was, or it seemed that there were lots of men who enjoyed under developed bodies. Or, perhaps men just liked looking at any girl, under developed or not. It seemed ironic that men would stare at her lustfully while they were shopping for a gift to show their love to someone else.
Her experience with Mr. Thompson was repeated with most, if not all of the other male customers that came into the store. They all seemed to be fascinated by her small bosom and thin legs. This encouraged her to shop for more clothes with low or loose necklines. Her collection of frilly, sexy undergarments also grew over time.
She was starting college at the local university so she continued to live with her dad and work at the store. In her second year at school her dad decided to open a new location in the mall specializing in less expensive jewelry that was likely to be more popular with the mall crowd. He promoted his assistant manager Pat Moeller to run the store. Megan and a couple of other young ladies would help. It took a couple of months for the store to be finished out the way her dad wanted. Finally it was ready to open. The day before the new store was to open, Megan and Pat were working together at the old store. At closing time, the other girls went home, while Megan stayed to help Pat with the closing. Megan took the till into her father's office to get the deposits ready while Pat locked up and pulled the metal bars down over the glass windows.
After Megan finished the deposit, Pat said, "Before you leave there's something we need to talk about. When you work here, your dad's the boss. However, when you work at the new store, I want you to dress professionally and appropriately. No more revealing outfits. Is that understood?"
Megan was momentarily too stunned to say anything. She couldn't believe Pat was talking to her like this. Finally she said, "I think what I'm wearing is appropriate and professional. If my father doesn't mind, it should be good enough for you."
"What do you mean, 'if your father doesn't mind'? Of course he minds, any father would. Do you think he likes having his daughter parade half naked in front of his customers? Or in front of anybody, for that matter. Your father is the most decent man I've ever known. I know it's killing him to watch your shameless behavior and outrageous outfits."
"Well, if he feels that way he can tell me himself. It's none of your business."
"That's why I haven't said anything. However, once you move to my store, it is my business, and you need to dress more modestly. Any questions?"
"Yeah, I have a question. What are you going to do if I don't?"
"I'll send you home to change the first time, and fire you the next. If you prefer I can ask your father to keep you at this store and I'll find someone else to take with me."
Pat had kept his voice and demeanor calm but Megan was getting angry. She knew that her father needed her to work at the new store. There were very few people that were trusted with closing, and Pat couldn't close every night. The other girls could open and work during the days to give him some time off, but one or the other would need to close.
She shouted, "You can't fire me. And you can't tell me what to wear. Who do you think you are, my father?"
"No, I don't think I'm your father. If I were, I'd have put an end to this long ago."
"I don't know how you think you would have done that. My poor little father can hardly do anything since my mom died. He certainly can't tell me what to do."
Pat knew what she said was true and it tore him up to think about it. Mr. Jackson had been so confidant and outgoing before his wife died, but had crawled up inside himself since the death. It pained Pat to think about that, as Mr. Jackson had the nicest man he'd ever known. He not only gave him a great opportunity at the store, he had paid for much of the cost of Pat to get his business degree from the university. And three years ago when his wife of ten years had decided that she didn't want to be married anymore, he had been like a father to him, helping him with legal fees and consoling him. Listening to this little brat talk about her father that way made his blood boil. He couldn't understand why Mr. Jackson had withdrawn from her when she needed him more than ever, but it still made him furious.
"I'll tell you how I would have made you, if I was your father. I'd have thrashed your ass for dressing and acting like a tramp."
Megan came up to Pat, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Easy enough for you to say, since you aren't. You wouldn't touch me, you little lackey. You're more feeble than my father. That's probably why your wife left you."
With that, Pat sat on the couch in Mr. Jackson's office and grabbed Megan by the arm. He clamped his legs around hers and pushed her down across his leg. He pushed against her upper back to keep her face pushed down on the couch, lifted her skirt and started swatting her butt with his bare hand. Megan kicked and squirmed and tried to hit him or free herself to no avail. The more she squirmed, the less accurate his swats were and her upper legs were getting it as much as her butt. She tried to scratch at him and she was screaming and crying at the same time. He was angry and slapped her butt harder than he meant to. She was wearing thong panties, so he could clearly see her butt and upper legs turn bright red.
As soon as he stopped spanking her, he realized what he'd done and regretted it. Not only was he going to lose his job, he may very well go to jail. He released Megan, who continued lying on the couch sobbing for a very long time. He tried to console her, then apologize, but she just continued sobbing with her skirt hiked up over her butt. He wasn't sure what to do with himself as Megan continued to sob. Finally she sat up and her sobbing stopped. As she sat sniffling with tears on her face, Pat handed her a tissue. She took it and dabbed at her face.
Pat said, "Listen Megan, I'm really sorry. I had no right to..."
Megan cut him off, saying, "You had every right. I was such a bitch. I didn't mean what I said about your wife. I'm sorry." And with that she began crying again. She put her head against Pat's chest and he held her in his arms to comfort her. What Pat didn't realize is that she wasn't just crying because of the pain. Even Megan didn't completely understand the flood of tears. For the first time since her mother had died, Megan felt like a child while she was being punished, rather than the adult that she had forced to become overnight. She felt like she had missed her childhood and resented it. After she finished her cry she wiped the tears again and got up. Eying Pat, she noticed that he was quite good looking. He wasn't old like the men who ogled her in the store, and he wasn't young and awkward like the boys at school. He was probably in his late thirties and was distinguished looking, with a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. She wondered if he lusted after her like the older men but decided he probably didn't. He never stared at her like they did. He probably saw her as a kid. Life was funny; everybody treated her like an adult and she hated it because she missed the freedom from responsibility of her childhood. Now she wanted this man to see her as an adult but he surely saw her as no more than a child, and a spoiled one at that.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Pat. And I promise I'll dress right."
"OK, goodnight," Pat said. He was relieved that for at least the moment it appeared that she wasn't going to tell her father. "See you at the new store."
When she appeared at the new store the next day, she was wearing a longer skirt and a pretty little sweater. She looked much more appropriate.
"Hello Megan. You look very nice today," Pat said. He was pleased that the issue over her dress and behavior seemed to be resolved, but even more pleased that she appeared content to not mention the events of the day before. He felt deep remorse and fear for his actions.
"Hello Pat. Thank you," said Megan, obviously in a very good mood.
After they locked up, Megan took off her sweater as she sat at the table in the back to prepare the deposit. After Pat locked up he joined her in the back, cleaning the coffeemaker, preparing the cash drawer for business the next day and other end of day tasks. He then sat at the table next to her as she finished the deposit. Megan had worn one of her sexiest tops under the sweater, but Pat couldn't say anything as long as she didn't wear it in front of the customers.