Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule of The Crop Ch. 09

Mrs. Wintergreen looked very much like the contemporary businesswoman with her black leather briefcase, smartly tailored navy blue jacket and skirt, and black stockings. At first glance, the tall and slim brunette had an almost severe look about her. But on closer inspection, the quite attractive forty-one-year-old had a certain twinkle in her eye.

She took being in charge of a large number of staff at her productive corporate finance company in her stride and approached the position with a no-nonsense attitude. She had created herself over time and prided herself in the fact that she did not suffer fools gladly. She was even going as far as meting out corporal treatment to receive respect and high standards.

"You want me to do what? No. I simply refuse."

A week before this day, Marian had received a call from the company CEO, Jeremy Bates, and his request left her deeply unmoved.

"You are the perfect choice to introduce the new scheme Marian, and I won't take no for an answer."

"Jeremy, when I see you next I'm going to tan your hide. You see if I don't."

"Promises, promises. Your place or mine?"

"Bastard!"

The board of governors had apparently dreamed up a plan for getting young people back into work rather than have thousands of potential earners remaining idle and wasted. Bates had thought that Marian could kick start the programme and meet and greet some of the more challenged candidates. Those in South London for example.

"You're telling me that these...youths...are rehabilitated offenders?"

"Correct. But understand that these students want to learn and earn. They want to improve themselves. Although the main reason I have chosen you Marian is that this group can show off a bit. Act a little unrestrained if you will. Your 'type' of tutoring should ensure the group behaves."

"I see."

"There is security on the premises if you so wish to summon if things kick off badly."

"You're not making much of a sales pitch here, Jeremy. Maybe you need some of my special guidance to beat some sense into you."

"I'll make a note in my diary for a future date. And one more thing. Might I suggest you dress a little sedate? Don't show too much flesh."

"I can do sedate. Not my cup of tea, but understood."

It was therefore arranged that the introductory class would take place one afternoon after she had finished her regular work day.

x

In her new role of advisor and consultant, Marian decided to give off a prim and proper look. She chose to wear a sombre single-breasted, slim-fit blazer that nipped in at the waist. Her tailored skirt cut to a pencil silhouette and fell just above the knee.

"Maybe some spectacles? No. Too sedate."

She took the Underground train from Monument to London Bridge and walked the fairly short distance to Manor Building in Shard Place, next to the iconic new City skyscraper that resembled a broken shard of glass poking up to the sky. Upon entering the new building, Marian took the first set of stairs to the next level. She found room 1C and tried the door with the frosted glass window. It was as if she were in a school without dozens of children running this way and that as she paused for thought. Memories of her time as a teacher in an all-girls finishing school came flooding back.

"Here."

Using the provided key to unlock the door to the makeshift classroom she flipped on the light switch and entered. White fluorescent lights illuminated the room and she glanced around to see one long desk in front of a whiteboard and five rows of smaller desks and chairs. Marian deposited her tablet, notebook, and her handbag on the desk and made herself comfortable. She patted her bag in the knowledge that her trusted crop was therein. As she sat patiently she became frustrated when twenty minutes had elapsed and nobody showed. She drummed the desk with newly manicured nails impatiently as she repeatedly checked the wall clock. As she almost gave up hope the door opened slowly and a shy black man peered around it.

"Is...is this the right room for the training session?"

He spoke in almost a whisper and Marian had to perk her ears up to make him out.

"I'm sorry. Do come in, please. What's your name?"

"Keith."

As he came through the door he seemed to grow as he stood up to his full height of about six feet and a bit. She looked on with a certain curiosity as she watched the cute guy with perfect dark skin and big brown eyes. She came back down to earth quickly and closed her mouth with a snap and gave him her best smile.

"In here guys."

In Keith's wake came four more black men, all of them tall, robust, and sullen-looking. They all appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen and dressed in oversized shirts, cargo pants, or jeans. One of them had that odd fashion of having his jeans cut low so that he showed more than half of his boxers and bum cleavage. None of them seemed like they might be remotely interested in what she would say, but hey-ho.

"Well, gentlemen. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mrs. Wintergreen and I am here this evening to tell you what our aim is. My company offers a reliable pipeline of skilled talent, from diverse cultural and gender backgrounds, who are ready to add value to our team. And, we support HR teams throughout the hiring process, saving them time and money. Sometimes there just aren't enough qualified candidates for the jobs you need to fill."

Marian paused and tried to read the five new faces.

"We offer a reliable pipeline of talent that's ready quickly since our boot camp style programs last a matter of weeks. Our selection process and training ensure that all our candidates understand the role and are committed to building their careers in the sector. Our training provides intensive practice in the most important skills for the job and 85% of our employers say our candidates perform as well or better than their peers. When new hires start, we will provide practical training and methodology to ensure our graduates can perform from day one on the job. Any questions so far?"

"Yeah," piped up one of the group wearing sunglasses.

"And what is your name my good fellow?"

"Rupert. Why ain't there no girls in this class?"

"Ah. I'm not sure. Good question though. Very astute. Keith? Why not tell me your other friends' names."

"This here is Frank, and next to him is Tony. The big guy down the end is my man Lenny."

"Yo," Lenny chimed as he eyed her up from head to toe. He wore a green bandana and had a gold earring.

She looked at them all and saw five long faces that told her they would all prefer to be elsewhere. They were typical youths from the street. Not possessing any true education, yet savvy in a way.

"Before we carry on, I want to emphasise the importance of paying attention and focusing. I'm not here to play games nor suffer fools gladly. The door is open and anyone can leave at any time."

The young men appeared aloof and bored as she continued her pitch.

"Our company provides mentorship and support so that they stay on the job for the long term. With some of our trusted partners, we will reskill workers for new, in-demand roles, either at their current workplace or in a different industry/employer altogether. Customer service and sales roles are the lifeblood of any organisation. In fact, they are often referred to as the 'face' or 'voice' of the business. These roles bridge the gap between the company and its customers, nurturing relationships and fostering trust. That could be you. Typical responsibilities may include: Responding to customer inquiries and complaints. Providing product or service information. Processing orders, forms, and requests, and maintaining a record of customer interactions. With me so far?"

A collective sigh came from the group and Lenny turned on Keith.

"Hey, man. You said there would be girls here. Ain't none I can see."

"Yeah, and the teacher looks really old," agreed Frank. "I thought we were gonna get a hot chick."

Marian narrowed her eyes and her hand moved slowly to her briefcase. To be sure, Marian was old enough to be the mother of any of these blackbucks. Although she had been married for several years to Harold, a rather submissive man, she prided herself on her trim figure and good health. She wouldn't go as far as to say she had a knock-out body, but she was confident she could turn a man's head when she dressed to please.

The teenagers looked at her and one or two had sneers on their faces. Marian stood up and visibly grew in her high heels. She turned the eighteen-inch long jumping whip with the soft leather end and generous rubber grip handle around in her right hand as she sat on the front edge of her desk.

"What's that? A riding crop? You gonna go horse riding later?"

"Ain't no need. She can ride this here horse I will be packing in my pants."

Marian pouted and gave Frank a withering look.

"Let me make this clear to you all," she barked in a stern voice. "If you show me disrespect I might have to spell out who is in charge here. I do NOT put up with any backtalk from anybody."

At that moment the strict-looking MILF brought the whip against her right thigh with a loud crack. The young men jumped at the unexpected sound and all five sat bolt upright. She pointed the business end of the black whip directly at Frank.

"I do not expect any more trouble from you," she sternly ordered using her harshest tone.

Avoiding the woman's eyes, Frank slouched in his seat unable to avoid rubbing the front of his tight jeans. Marian smiled to herself in the knowledge that she had made an impression on the small group, both in keeping order and having some type of sexual allure.

"So, In conclusion, customer service and sales roles are essential for businesses and also offer excellent career opportunities. These jobs can provide a path to better prospects, skill development, and a promising future. If you are a genuine job seeker looking for meaningful employment, we want to help. Our free employment programmes offer hands-on work experience in various fields, online and offline."

She ran the whip through her left fist over and over, not realising that subconsciously she was almost masturbating with the weapon.

"Through our programmes, adults of all ages can access support and a path to meaningful employment. Developing skills through employment programmes like ours can help you become more competitive in the job market and can help you increase your earning potential. And then we connect you with employers who are hiring for the exact roles you've been trained to do."

"That's all well and good," noted the one called Tony. "But nobody's given us a chance in life so far, so why should we believe you now?"

Unconsciously, Marian crossed her stockinged legs and the hem of her skirt rode up to mid-thigh. She let out an imperceptible sigh and brushed back her longish hair with a flourish. The sudden notion of trying to woo five testosterone-packed, virile black guys brought her back to earth. All eyes were on her as she accidentally dropped her whip and bent over to pick it up.

When she next raised her head she saw the seated guys leering at her legs as her skirt showed lots of black stockings. She froze in her bent position for a good three seconds and had an image flash through her mind of being ravished by five well-hung black boys. A warm tingle coursed through her loins as she drifted off into a fantasy and imagined them all naked with full erections and pawing her lust-filled body in a feverish passion. As she turned her back to the class a rolled-up newspaper collided with the back of her head. Fuming she faced the giggling row of youths.

"Right! Who threw that?"

"Not me," chuckled Tony.

"Wasn't me," crowed Lenny.

"Fuck you, stuck-up bitch," chimed Rupert.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Marian pointed the whip at Frank who spread his hands in innocence. "Come to the front."

Frank scraped his chair on the tiled floor and ambled up to her side.

"You see? I can do that. I am the one in charge in this room, hmm? I can tell you what to do or what to say. Right?"

She repeatedly hit her open palm with the riding crop as she looked into the eyes of the group one by one.

"And what are you gonna do, bitch? Spank me?"

Susy used the whip to lift the chin of the arrogant individual and roughly cocked his head by applying pressure on his face.

"I've beaten older men than you, boy. Believe me. Care to test me?"

She gave him an apprehensive stare as she waited for a reply. There was a certain electricity in the room as she saw a glimmer of a smirk on his face.

"Enough of this shit. We're done listening to your bull. Now, let's have us some adult time."

Frank suddenly grabbed Marian's hand and twisted it so that she had to relinquish the whip. His hand reached out and he took her by the wrist as he balanced his backside on the edge of the desk. Her auburn hair spilled over her face as her head dipped over his right thigh. She was rudely hauled across his lap, and as she struggled in vain, he raised her skirt and lifted it to her waist.

"Shit! You got a great ass."

"Have a care, young man. I'm warning you."

"And I'm WARMING you!"

The MILF hissed as her underwear was dragged back and pulled down her thighs to her knees. She audibly gasped as the cool air of the room met her bared cheeks and she clenched and pressed her thighs together.

"Way to go, man!"

"Yeah, show her who be the boss, brother."

The young black hunk cupped her damp slit which poked out from the gap made at her upper thighs, and a shiver of excitement made her giddy.

"Hey, she be soaking wet!"

"You bastard!"

Marian's exposed bum was in an arc over his right knee and he stroked her pale buns gently in a delightful circular motion. On closer inspection, Frank had oversized hands, and his mitts had the effect of completely smothering her pert buttocks. The warmth of his hands had her juices running profusely along with the anticipation of the palm of his hand striking her. When it came it still took her by surprise and she pushed forward on his lap as he hit her directly on her left cheek.

"OW!"

That first blow echoed like a thundercrack and she squealed accordingly. He followed up with a smack on her right cheek, then her left, and then the right in quick succession. She wouldn't admit it aloud but she welcomed the wicked sting that made her pussy tingle like crazy and she raised her bottom higher as she waited for him to continue. He shifted his body under her weight and she felt his erection trapped in the leg of his jeans. He spanked her twice more across her deep crack.

"This what you intended to do to me? Some cheek! And this one!"

The other four cracked up as Frank joked and smacked her rump many times with the palm of his left hand. Marian yelped as the black guy dotted more blows all over her buttocks, never concentrating on one spot. In her unique experience of corporal punishment, she felt sure that her behind must be glowing bright red. As she squirmed on his lap, her pussy was a gooey mess and her wetness ran down her inner thighs.

"Come on in."

Marian shrieked as half a dozen hands began spanking her raised bum. Two together on her left cheek. Another two on her right. One connected with the back of her upper thighs and one fat digit frigged her pussy.

Rat-at-tat-tat!

The assault was phenomenal. She was smacked again and again in a series of staccato strikes that made her head spin. Marian reached new heights of sheer delight and a warm glow came to her loins in a wave. She rocked in a jerky fashion on Frank's lap as she abandoned herself to her fevered passion.

"I got to stand. My cock needs freeing up."

Frank pushed the blushing Marian away and as she stood up her skimpy panties puddled around her heels. With her skirt lewdly rucked up to her abdomen, she rubbed her bum which stung, but in a nice way. Not painful or bloody. As Frank also stood up he desperately dragged his jeans down. The young fellow lowered his boxers and her eyes widened at the size of his ebony hose. Quite large and with a very thick shaft. With the foreskin drawn back, he must have been packing more than eight inches.

"Nice cock," she thought as her hand went between her thighs.

She was astonished at how wet she had become. His eyes lingered on her stocking-sheathed legs as she stood bottomless in front of him.

"Now suck me off, sweet cheeks."

He shifted on the balls of his feet and rested his tight bum on the edge of the desk. Marian was totally lost in a sea of urges as she looked at the others. How the tables had turned in the wink of an eye as the cock hungry vixen knelt before him. His majestic cock pointed straight at her, hard and dark and a mere two inches from her face.

"Go on. I know you want to."

Marian scowled but placed both her hands around his chocolate-colored shaft and twisted it with alternate turns. His throat gurgled as she tilted her head and inserted the shiny purple helmet into her mouth. She held the big knob between pursed lips as she continued to stroke his rock-solid length with spiral twists. He looked down at her with his cock head between her lips and drew his tee over his head. The drooling forty-one-year-old popped off of his bell end and scrutinised his bare torso. His ripped chest and biceps were filled with tattoos as she reached up to caress his abdomen. He had her by the short and curlies and there was no going back for her.

"You cheeky sod!"

Mrs. Wintergreen had to admit that she loved the sensation of a man in her mouth and she relished the throbbing cock of this young black man. Concentrating hard, she slobbered loudly all over his thick prick and drenched it with spit. Unable to get him all inside of her mouth, she settled for sucking half of his length with some gusto. Frank sighed as her nails dug into the gorgeous dark flesh of his thighs. His magnificent cock slipped away from her with a slurp and a pop and snapped back to his belly.

"That felt real good. You ain't so bad after all."

Her soft white hands were a complete contrast to the dark brown length of cock that pulsated between her slender fingers. He pushed up with his pelvis and she opened her jaw and glided back down on his glistening pole. She yelped as he drew her up and pushed her back against the desk.

"Let me taste you now."

"I shall allow that," she told him in an attempt to sound authoritative.

With their eyes locked, Marian spun her skirt around so that she could unzip it. It floated to her heels and with a flourish she kicked it toward the watching group. With her bare rump on the wood of the desk, she spread her legs and rested her hands on the surface behind her.

"No. The other way."

Marian gave him a quizzical look and then turned her back to him, wiggling her rosy bottom at him. From behind her Frank explored the curves of her hot bod and she closed her eyes as his palms moved around and around her cheeks. Then, he spanked her again and she caught her breath at the delicious attention.

"Oh, yes!"

His middle finger ran down her dripping slit until he decided to plunge up inside with her with it. Marian stood unsteadily on her high heels and went up on tiptoe as he went up deep inside her. His head rested on the back of her shoulders as he nibbled her right ear and she gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles went white.

"Frig the shit out of her, man!"

"Yeah! Give the slut some brotherly love."

His face vanished from behind her ear and then reappeared at her aching pussy mound. His long tongue circled her smooth outer folds and flicked rapidly at them over and over. His fulsome lips blew air on her gash and she thought she might cum right there and then. He opened her buttocks and pressed his face directly to her cunt so that his nose met her crack. He swiped up and down with his snake of a tongue as he kneaded her flesh.