Slut for a Day Ch. 01

I love my job. As Ward Manager in the local hospital, I am the only male member of staff, all the other nurses being female and in their early twenties -- with one exception. When I had first taken up this post there had been a mixture of male and female nurses, older and younger, but over the years I had managed to whittle them down to the ones I wanted. And they were all very young, except one, so much so that I looked forward to going to work every Monday morning to regale them with tales of my sexual weekends.

Some of them giggled nervously at my lurid stories; others would laugh outrageously. The more experienced among them seemed to simply smile to themselves and say nothing. The only exception was Sally.

Sally, at forty seven, was old enough to be the other nurses' mother and at times she definitely played the part of a surrogate mother to them all at one time or another. Besides which, she could practically run the ward single handedly -- but that wasn't why I had kept her on.

There was something about her, something different, something sensual, and though she sat in the staff room and listened as I entertained the younger members of staff, she never commented. That's why I was really surprised when she knocked on my office door one day and asked for a private word.

"Of course, Sally. Take a seat. What can I do for you?"

She quietly closed the door behind her, which immediately alerted me as the door is always left open. Sitting down in the chair on the opposite side of my desk, she lowered her head, her eyes fixed to the floor, her hands mildly trembling in her lap.

"What's up, Sally?"

"This is so embarrassing. I don't even know if I can say the words."

"Take your time. Anything you say in here will never be repeated outside. I give you my word on that."

Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, looked me straight in the eye and asked,

"Are your stories true?"

Her head immediately lowered again, her eyes once again were fixed to the floor and her cheeks were burning red.

"You mean my stories about what I get up to with my lady friends?"

She nodded.

"You mean the stories where I embarrass them and even spank them?"

Again she nodded, more vigorously this time.

"Yes, Sally, they're all true. Why?"

Her head lifted once more before she said,

"I've never done anything like that."

"You've never deliberately shown off your knickers to a man, to your husband even?"

She shook her head.

"Have you ever been spanked?"

No.

"Sally, why are you telling me this?"

If I'd read the situation correctly, if I'd read Sally correctly, things were about to get very interesting.

"I love my husband, very much, but he hardly even looks at me anymore, never mind touch me. And we've certainly never even thought about doing the things you say that you do with your girlfriends."

"Sally, would you like to do these things?"

There was a long hesitation before she gave a very, very slight nod.

"Just once, just for one day, I'd like to feel what other women feel."

"Then let's see what we can do."

A few days later, I had arranged to work from home, when I heard the expected knock at my door. Getting up from my desk, I took my time walking through the house to the front door. Opening it, I looked down at a very nervous looking Sally who looked even smaller out of the workplace, far away from her safety zone.

"Come in, Sally. You managed to get away for the day then?"

"Yes, my husband is at work all day." She hesitated. "Sandy, I'm not sure I can go through with this."

"You can leave at any time, Sally, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do but while you are here you will address me as, "Sir" and, while you are here, you will do everything I tell you to do. Is that quite clear?"

"Yes, Sandy. I'm sorry, I mean, yes, Sir."

"Don't worry. I know you are nervous. We'll take things nice and slowly to begin with until you are more relaxed.

I could tell Sally didn't feel like she would ever be relaxed again but she followed me into the living room and took off her coat when I asked for it. She was dressed in her white nurse's uniform, just as I had instructed and I was desperate to know if she had carried out the rest of my instructions.

Offering her a glass of already-poured, chilled champagne, she took it hungrily and downed it almost immediately. Meanwhile, I sat down in my favourite armchair and simply looked at her. She squirmed under my scrutiny but she had nothing to be ashamed of. At forty seven years of age, a mother of two grown up girls, she was still a stunner. Slim, but round in all the right places, her gorgeous blue eyes were her most captivating feature. Just at that moment, though, I couldn't see them as she hung her head low, her hands clasped in front of her, obviously embarrassed to be standing in her manager's living room about to do things she had only ever dreamed of doing. She knew it; I knew it; and I think her embarrassment was even greater because I knew it too.

Eventually she managed to lift her head and look at me. I smiled.

"Sally, raise your uniform, please."

There was a pleading in her eyes that was not unattractive but she knew this was what she had asked for and she knew this was just the beginning. Her hesitation, however, was not attractive at all.

"Sally, raise your uniform and do it now. I have to make sure you have followed my instructions to the letter."

I had suggested to her in my office that she should find some small way to disobey me and I was intrigued to see how her disobedience would manifest itself.

Taking a deep breath and turning a deep shade of red, she began to pull up the lower end of her uniform, up past her knees, up her legs, all the way to the tops of her thighs. She had magnificent legs, statuesque almost, and I was pleased to see that she had followed another order. She stood before me wearing a pair of black, silk stockings, her uniform perched just above their lacy tops, showing the slightest hint of naked skin.

I couldn't help but smile. From our earlier conversation I knew she was not someone who enjoyed showing off her body. She avoided my eyes but she must have known that I was staring at her legs, at her thighs.

"How do you feel, Sally, standing there, holding up your uniform to show me your stockings and your naked thighs?"

She burned anew at my question but she seemed determined to go on.

"Very, very embarrassed. More embarrassed than I've ever been before."

"Oh, Sally, we're just at the beginning. You've got a very long road of embarrassment to travel yet."

She seemed to shudder at that thought as my words began to sink in and, perhaps for the very first time, she began to realise just how inexperienced she was.

"Now, a bit higher please, Sally."

Again she hesitated, well aware that she was about to show her knickers to a man who wasn't her husband, a man who was, instead, her boss. I was sure she couldn't imagine anything any more embarrassing but I also knew she had no idea just how embarrassed she was going to be before the day was through.

This is where she had chosen to be disobedient. She had been instructed to wear a black, lacy thong. Instead, she was now showing me a pair of very sexy, black French knickers. In fact, they were exactly how I had imagined her to dress in my many fantasies about her but I could not let her know that.

"What is this, Sally? Did I not tell you to wear a thong?"

"Yes, sir, but these are the sexiest knickers I own. My husband likes them; I thought you would too."

I did like them, especially the way they clung to her pussy lips, drawn up against her obviously wet cunt as she had pulled her uniform up. There was no way I was going to let her know just how much I was enjoying the sight.

"I'm very disappointed, Sally. You must realise that you will have to be punished for this infringement. In the meantime, pull your uniform all the way up to your waist; I want to see the waistband of these offending knickers."

Slowly she raised her starchy, white uniform further up her legs, revealing all of her knickers, until it was bunched around her waist. She avoided my eyes but she also avoided looking down, unwilling to see what she knew I could see --her knickers pulled tight against her wet lips, avoiding the moment when she would have to acknowledge she was standing in a man's living room, practically exposing her most intimate area to her boss. How she imagined she would ever be able to deal with me at work again was obviously something she had not considered.

"Time to turn round I think, Sally."

Not really sure why she was being asked to do this, she turned her back to me.

"Now, that's nice but since you have denied me the sight of your cheeks by your disobedience I think you should bend forward."

Now she understood. As she held on to her uniform at her waist, she realised as she leaned forward that her bottom would be pushed out in a very lewd pose, her round cheeks certain to fill her knickers, pulling them tight at the back too.

"Now that's very nice, Sally. I could almost forgive you for not doing as you were told. Almost, but not quite. Let's see if you can touch your toes."

Not quite sure what was to follow, Sally did as she was told, throwing her uniform over her back, feeling her knickers stretch tighter against her cheeks and, even more embarrassingly, riding up high between them. I couldn't help but admire her soft round cheeks, the same soft round cheeks that I was about to enjoy so much. I knew she must be humiliated by such an obscene pose but that was the whole point. The fact that the outline of her pussy was now even more evident between her legs was an added bonus to me and an added ounce of shame to her.

She knew her boss wasn't looking at her face at that moment but she could feel her cheeks burning red hot, a degree of embarrassment she had never imagined. She always presented herself at work and at home as demure, ladylike and graceful. She felt none of these things right now.

I could feel my cock growing ever harder, ever thicker, straining against my trousers, and I was desperate to reach down and release it but I wanted all Sally's attention to be on her own position, not on the effect she was having on her boss.

"Stand up please, Sally."

She was obviously relieved to do so even though her uniform remained bunched up around her waist. She turned to face me with some trepidation. She knew her ordeal was far from over.

"Time to take off your uniform."

She must have known this was coming but still hesitated before she opened the button at the neck of her white dress, then pulled down the zip that ran almost the full length of her uniform. She gave me one final, pleading look before she shrugged it off her shoulders, pulled it down, wriggled her luscious hips and let it fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Apart from the obvious, I could see why she had hesitated. Instead of the black basque she had been commanded to wear, she wore a beautiful black camisole, matching her knickers perfectly but in total disregard to my instruction. I glared at her.

"You know what this means, Sally? You're punishment will be very severe for disregarding my orders."

"I'm really sorry, sir, but once I'd decided on the knickers I thought I should wear the matching set."

"You were not asked to think, Sally; you were asked to dress to please me and you have chosen to disobey me. You must pay the price for that disobedience."

Standing with her hands clasped tightly before her, I honestly thought she was close to tears and I might have taken pity on her if it had not been for the growing wet patch on the front of her knickers. She was obviously as aroused as she was scared.

I let her stand like that for a few moments, letting the knowledge of what she was doing, of the position she was in, sink in. She would learn a lesson once she received her punishment but there was a lesson to be learned now, a lesson in the true meaning of embarrassment, as I slowly walked around her, letting her feel my eyes on every inch of her almost naked body.

"Time for your punishment, Sally," I said as I stopped in front of her. "Pull those disgusting knickers down, as far as your knees I think, and don't let them fall to the floor."

For once she didn't hesitate even though she knew, and I knew, that she was about to show off her bottom and her pussy to a man other her husband and her doctor for the first time ever. Closing her eyes, she grabbed the silky sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down to her knees, exactly as instructed. To stop them falling to the floor she had to open her legs a little, keeping them stretched between her knees like a rolled up rope of silk. It was obvious that I had told her to do this so that her pussy would be easier to view but, even though her cheeks burned an ever deeper shade of red, she did as she was told.

But I wasn't paying any attention to her red face. Instead, I was revelling in the sight of her beautiful pussy, small lips with a sparse covering of hair. She stood up straight and tried to look at me defiantly but was unable to carry it off and lowered her eyes once more. Suddenly a thought seemed to enter her head.

"Is there anyone else here, sir?"

"No, Sally. Why?"

"I just thought how humiliating it would be if someone else was to come in while I stood here like this in the middle of your living room. Did you lock the door? Maybe you could draw the curtains."

"The curtains will stay exactly as they are, Sally," I answered in a stern voice. "And if someone comes to the door you will remain in whatever position I chose to leave you in. Is that clear?"

She shuddered at my change of tone and at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position but she simply nodded and hung her head in shame.

"Now, without further ado, it is time for your punishment, Sally. Follow me through to my office."

I turned and walked away from her, not waiting for her to follow, but as I reached the next room I sat down at my desk and turned to watch her come into the room. She was a few moments behind me, struggling to walk with her legs spread to prevent her knickers from falling. It had apparently not occurred to her to hold on to them as she walked and I wasn't about to enlighten her as her unseemly steps seemed to be making her cheeks flush even more.

"Come round to this side of the desk please, Sally."

As she staggered round, I pushed my chair back.

"Now lay yourself on my lap."

If she was pleased to do so, knowing that this position would hide her pussy from me even if I now had ready access to her bottom, her pleasure didn't last long. With her feet on one side of me and her arms reaching forward to touch the carpet on the other side, she trembled when I spoke again.

"Spread your cheeks for me, please; I'd like to take a closer look."

As I felt her body tremble all over, she reached back with her right hand while balancing herself with her left. She had told me that not even her doctor had ever seen her tightest hole. Her husband had, obviously, in years past, when they had had sex in the doggie position but she had always found it more than a little embarrassing knowing that he could see her there. Having said that, she had admitted that she had enjoyed having sex that way as her pussy had always seemed even wetter the more embarrassed she was and her orgasms had always been best when they did it like this. She had never understood that what shamed her most also made her cum the most and she had never tried to analyse it.

Now she could feel the moisture building between her lips and I could see the slightest little droplets of her juices on them. As she dutifully pulled on her right cheek she thought she could actually feel my breath on her tightest hole but I wasn't going to touch her there, not yet. I knew she had never had anything penetrate her there, not even her husband's finger and certainly not his cock but she had agreed that, for this one day, there was to be nothing held back. Just to add to her shame, I decided to let her know that I could see how wet she was getting.

"How do you feel now, Sally?"

"Please don't ask me, sir. I've never been so ashamed in my whole life."

"Really? I thought you were starting to enjoy yourself. Why else would your cunt be getting wet?"

I don't know if it was my use of the word or the fact that she knew I could see her wet lips or even the fact that I ran one finger along those wet lips, all the way up between her open cheeks and circled her tiny hole with my juice-smeared finger. She practically shook in disgrace but she couldn't speak. All she could do was shake her head violently from side to side.

I placed my left hand on her back to hold her in place while I ran my right one slowly over her upturned cheeks. I knew that I could easily hold her there but I wanted her to feel as if she was pinned there, unable to move, unable to escape.

"You've been very disobedient, Sally, and now you're going to have to suffer the consequences. I warned you what would happen if you didn't follow my instructions but you have chosen to take that risk."

As I scolded her, I began to run my right palm lightly over her bare cheeks. They were wonderfully round and wonderfully smooth. I couldn't wait to see them when they turned pink. Now was the time for them to do just that. Without any further warning, I raised my right hand and brought it down, not too hard, smacking her right cheek.

Her whole body jerked in shock but I held her firmly in my lap.

"How many smacks do you think your actions merit?"

She struggled to speak. "You want me to choose?"

"Yes. And I want you to count each one out loud."

"Count?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, count. You wouldn't want me to losed track and have to start again, would you? Now, how many?"

"Two?" she suggested nervously.

"Yes, two seems like a fair number. You have disobeyed me twice so I will punish you twice. You will receive six smacks on each cheek."

"But that's twelve in total," she whimpered, trying to look up at me.

"Exactly. Your right cheek shall be punished for not wearing the basque you were supposed to wear and your left cheek shall be punished for not wearing the thong I was so looking forward to see. Are you ready?"

Without waiting for her answer, I brought my hand down again, harder this time, on her right cheek again. It was already starting to show signs of turning pink.

"Count, Sally."

"Two," she tried.

"Oh no. The first one was just a trial now try again."

"One," she cried miserably.

And without further warning, I gave her five smacks on her right cheek. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. SMACK. With each one being harder and louder than the last, I was only just able to hear her count but count she did. I stopped to get my breath back, admiring my handiwork, caressing gently again her right cheek which was now a deep shade of pink and wondered what she would tell her husband. I think she was only just beginning to regain her composure when I started again, this time on the other side. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. SMACK. SMACK! This time her tears were flowing as she struggled to keep count and I would have almost felt sorry for her if I hasn't noticed that her pussy juices were flowing just as much as her tears. As I again came to a halt, I allowed my right hand to slide down the back of her legs, then slowly back up between her thighs, stroking her smooth skin gently. I didn't go too high, not yet. There would be time enough for that very soon because, just as I could feel the heat from her pussy, I'm sure she could feel the hard bulge in my trousers.

"Do you need any more, Sally?"

"No, sir, please. I've learned my lesson. I'll never disobey you again. I promise"