Gina’s unexpected adventure.
Gina stood in front of the door nervously about to press the doorbell, why nervously, well, her attire was a little unusual. The short pleated skirt, the knee high socks, the 4”heeled MaryJane shoes, the white crisp shirt with a school tie, covered by a loose overcoat, were not the usual wear for a 25 year old man. Truth be told neither were the two pigtails, the read lippy and fingernails, and the brassiere with modest but definitely noticeable breasts.
Hanging from one shoulder were both an artist’s poster tube and her school satchel. She looked every inch an adult, but dressed as a pretty schoolgirl. And here he, no she, was about to ring the bell on Michaels door, so he as Headmaster could mark her homework….
It was a nice door, white, with a mottled coloured glass panel, and she stood in front of it under the porch light for a moment longer before ringing the bell.
She heard a bump from inside and then saw a shape come up to the glass and the door opened.
It was not Michael, we she suspected it was not, especially as it was a woman, 40’ish, stylishly dressed in a Black patterned dress, with a knee length skirt, fine sheer nearly black hosiery and heeled court shoes. Gina noticed that as her faced had dropped the moment she realised it was the wrong person at the door.
“Hello.” Said the woman brightly, and then a light intake of breath as she saw Gina properly, at 9pm a woman dressed as a schoolgirl was not a usual sight at her door obviously.
Gina somehow managed to mumble “Michael?”
“Oh you want my husband. Dooo come in.”
She pulled the door fully open and gestured Gina into the house. She hesitated.
“Come along girl, I don’t have all night for you to dither over it.” She said.
Gina dithered a little more, before the woman put her hands on her hips and demanded. “In or out girl? Make your mind up.” Then her voice softened as she added, “I have one cat, who can never make her mind up, I don’t need another.”
Gina entered head down, scared, nervous, worried but seemingly under no threat. This was not what Michael had said he had arranged, but the woman was not hostile, if anything Gina thought she sounded amused, slightly shocked, but amused.
“In her,” she said. As she led her into the lounge, soft beiges with a dark carpet, and signalled her to the sofa. “Do sit down.”
“Would you like a drink, tea, coffee, something stronger while I go and find Michael for you.”
Gina shook her head and looked down again, maybe coming in had been a wrong move but she felt she had little choice. She was obviously at the right house, but not greeted by the right person. She heard rather than saw the woman go to the foot of the stairs and shout for Michael, ‘to get down here now! As his guest was waiting….’
She walked back into the room and stood in front of Gina. “Don’t look so scared girl, I do not bite…. Often.” She reached out and gently with a finger under Gina’s chin raised her face so she could look at her properly.
“I am Melissa, how do you do,” and extended a hand.
Gina stood, “Gina, hello.” As she softly shook the proffered hand.
“Now we are introduced and waiting for Michael do take your coat off and get comfortable.” Melissa said, “he might be a while if he thinks he is going to be in trouble.”
“Look if I am causing trouble I’ll just leave.” Gina said, as she made to head for the door.
Melissa moved into her path, “Oh no young Lady, somehow I think you are innocent of this trouble. So do get comfy, please.” There was a kindly but almost pleading tone in her voice.
Gina relaxed a little and slowly slid out of her coat.
Melissa looked her up and down and smiled, “Nice outfit.” She said. “twirl for me.”
Gina felt her cheeks go red as she complied, a shuffled twirl was made, and after a full rotation she found herself facing a warmly smiling Melissa.
“Do sit, and are you sure I cannot get you a drink?”
Gina shook her head as she sat back down.
“So.” Melissa gestured at Gina’s outfit. “Is this normal evening wear, or some weird sexual thing I should worry about?”
“No, no no.” Gina said, “not sexual, well sortof.” She trailed off.
Melissa kneeled in front of Gina and again lifted her chin so they could look each other in the eye.
“Explain the sortof….”
“Well we don’t have sex.”
“But, I can hear a but in there….” Melissa smiled reassuringly. “Come on, tell Auntie Melissa.”
“Well he likes me to be…. To be a naughty schoolgirl, and then he can, can punish me…”
“Ooooooh, so he spanks you and things?”
“Well yes, and things….”
“What things, come on, details girl, details. What depravities does my husband inflict?”
“well.” Gina paused a long time. “He spanks me, he likes to cane me, and tawses me sometimes, and he likes to tie me up as well.”
“And you like this?” Melissa asked. “You do this of your own free will?”
Gina nodded and softly whispered “yes, yes I do.”
“And have you done this with Michael a lot?”
Ina hesitated again before answering. “Not a lot, a couple of times, once at a party, another time at my place and well…. This is my first time at his place.”
She took a deep breath and in a much firmer voice. “I am sorry I didn’t know he is married, he never said.”
“He never does.” Melissa sighed.
“Stay here, please.” Melissa stood up. “I think we have more to discuss. Oh don’t look so worried, I am not mad at you.”
She stood and this time strode out of the room. Gina heard her speaking after a moment, and realised she must be on the phone, as no replies could be heard. Then she heard her climbing the stairs, heels clacking on the bare wood. Gina shivered; it was a lovely sound, but what a mess she was in.
She heard loud voices upstairs, two different ones but while she knew they were arguing she could not tell what was being said. Next thing was a heavy bump, bump, bump as someone ran down the stairs, the front door opening and then slamming.
Gina jumped in her seat and was just standing up as Melissa re-entered the room.
“Apologies.” She said, “Michael seems to have run away.”
She stoof in front of Gina and looked her square in the eyes.
“So tell me, do you give as well as receive….”
Gina’s unexpected adventure Part 2.
Melissa sat on the sofa next to Gina and slid her hand into Gina’s, interlocking fingers. She could sense that Gina was running a whole gamut of emotions here, fear not being the least of them and she wanted to reassure her that she was safe.
“So,” she said, softly. “How did you meet Michael?”
Gina went to pull away but Melissa held her grasp, “please, just tell me.”
“It was at a fetish club. I had been a few times.”
“Like that?” Melissa looked her up and down and gestured at the school uniform.
“Similar.” Gina whispered. “I don’t have a big wardrobe.”
Melissa laughed. “I can hear the ‘yet’ in that statement.”
Gina flushed slightly and nodded.
“Well he had spanked me at the club, as happens, and he tied me over a bench and caned me… and well…”
“You liked it, and he charmed you?”
Gina looked nervous again as she looked at the woman next to her and saw a smile, a friendly understanding smile.
“Yes.” She stated. “I did and he was nice, and safe and took care and…. Well yes he charmed me, and we chatted a bit and.”
“He visited your home?”
“Just once, it was an afternoon. Nothing happened.”
Melissa just raised her eyebrows.
“Well nothing sexual, I was…. Well sluttily dressed I suppose, short skirt, high heels, stockings, sortof streetwalker’ey.”
“Oh yes.” Melissa almost purred. “Michael does like that look.”
Gina blushed properly this time.
“Do go on.” Melissa said. “Please.”
“Well we just played a bit, naughty undercover copper, shaking down a gitrl sort of thing. Spanking, caning, left me tied up over the back of my sofa. Told me off and stuff. Hence the idea to be schoolgirl and headmaster next time.”
“Nothing else?”
“No nothing, knickers stayed firmly on!”
Melissa laughed. “That sounds like Michael.”
She relaxed back into the sofa.
“And well he invited me around for the evening, my flat has neighbours and stuff. Said he was divorced and the house would be empty.”
“And you agreed?”
“Obviously.” Stated Gina firmly, a little more fire showing now that all the initial shocks were wearing off.
Melissa nodded.
“Well it seemed like fun, I drove over dressed and it felt naughty and silly and wicked and….”
“It turned you on?”
“Well yes, just a bit. Made me feel adventurous and a woman of the world. And he promised I could spank him as well”
This time Melissa laughed out loud. Still smiling and looked at Gina.
“And then this harridan opened the door and the world went to pot!”
Gina looked down, but a small smile formed on her lips as she realised Melissa was not blaming her for this.
“So Michael, was divorced. Well in that he just got the damn timings wrong.” Melissa stated. “Bloody man has gone too far this time.”
Gina looked up worriedly. “I didn’t mean to cause a breakup or anything. I can go and…”
“You stay right where you are young Lady. This is not your fault. Michael has played away before.. But this time he has gone too far.”
Gina tried to edge away from Melissa at the strident tone, but the other women kept a firm on her hand, and took a series of deep breaths.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” She said. “Sorry, it is just….. Grrrrrrr”
She settled back into the sofa and let out a deep sigh.
“The little Bastard.” She said, “we used to play spanking games. Oh nothing heavy you understand, just me over his knee and things. And I rather enjoyed it. And then one day, I tried to spank him, in fun, while we were playing. And he ran a mile. Never asked to play again after that.”
“And now I find he has offered to let you…. Grrrrr…. Weaselly little toad.”
Gina could not hide the surprise on her face from this revelation.
“Wouldn’t discus, never took the bait if I dressed up so he could spank me again. Nothing. Not even a flicker.” She took a deep breath. “That’s what hurts. He just had to stray. I mean I had my suspicions and know he has had at least one affair. But this. No, this is too far!”
Melissa looked as affronted as she sounded when Gina looked up at her. But there was a smile there, a kindness.
“My lift to the works do, being late, seems to have done me a favour. Mikeys little secrets are out now.”
She stood up and looked at Gina firmly. “Now before you show me what is in that tube and holdall, do you want a drink?”
Gina’s Unexpected Adventure, part the third.
“Yes please, tea or white wine.”
Melissa looked at her and waggled her eyebrows, “aren’t you underage to be drinking….”
Gina looked affronted, “no I am….” And then tailed off as she looked down to remind herself how she was dressed, she blushed a little, and then grinned.
“Well you could always spank me for it….”
Melissa grinned back. “And of course, I should be spanked for subverting a minor….” And grinned broadly.
“One moment I have just the thing,” She added as she went into the kitchen.
Gina swallowed, she liked Melissa, and it seemed she liked him… errr her…. And then it dawned on her that, that elephant had not actually been addressed yet and thought seriously about running out of the door in Michael’s footsteps.
Just then Melissa returned and her chance to escape was ended as she was handed a tall glass with a white wine spritzer. As they sat and sipped in silence, Melissa seemed to steel herself into a decision. She emptied her glass and looked Gina directly in the eyes, “Right then, bottoms up young Lady.”
Gina laughed, and then realised Melissa had positioned herself just right for Gina to lay across her lap. Well thought Gina, if she is game….
Gina finished her drink and carefully put the glass aside, stood up. “Please Miss I was led astray.”
“Nonsense young Lady, just because you are offered a drink does not mean you have to take it. And from a stranger too.” Melissa’s voice had become firm, but still warm with a hint of humour. Now over my lap young Lady.
Gina bent over Melissa, ‘Bottoms Up’ as she had so eloquently phrased it, her toes down on one side and her hands just reaching the floor on the other. A hand played over her skirt before folding it neatly back.
“Oh my, Heavy cotton panties, wherever did you find these?” The school Knickers were indeed heavy cotton ones, out of the 1950s in style, even if bought new. Melissa’s hand roamed, “such sweet cheeks you have.”
And slapped Gina’s bum, not too hard, but firmly enough. Gina caught her breath, as Melissa started in earnest, first one cheek then the other, firm even spanks that Gina was sure was bringing a nice red glow to her bum, even as one came to her other cheeks as she reddened with pleasure.
“Oh!” Said Melissa, as she paused her hand. “I did wonder, but your little surprise package seems to have joined the party.”
Gina felt her cheeks go from a hint of blush to burning red as she realised she had a hard on. That was unusual, she enjoyed being spanked, but it didn’t usually manifest quite so firmly. Then she felt Melissa wriggle her position just a little to trap her between her thighs.
With a laugh in her voice, “just for that, Knickers down for the rest.” Gina managed a shade of red rarely seen outside of tomatoes! She felt the long fingers peel down her elasticated waistband. “Oooh what a pretty shade of red already.” She said with a somewhat breathy catch in her voice.
And then a sharp fusillade of spanks landed, whap whap whap…. Until Gina finally lost count.
Finally a softer more sultry tone entered Melissa’s voice as she told Gina to stand.
Gina clambered off the lap with as much grace as she could muster and went to pull her knickers back up. Melissa stood in front of her and took her wrists in her hands, leaned in and said, “Kiss me.”