Fancy Dress

Naomi knew that it had been a mistake.  She had received stares from some of her male colleagues that had made her uncomfortable and it had taken some work to avoid being groped by that revolting Duncan from accounts.  There he was now slavering over Penny Marsh – poor Penny, Naomi could see that she was desperate to get away from him.  While she wasn't quite so desperate herself she was thinking about leaving, but that was her own fault.

 

When the work's Christmas party had been announced as fancy dress, she just could not resist.  Whatever had possessed her to go as a naughty school girl?  But she knew really – it was such a strong fantasy – a real turn on and so she had got out that uniform that she had kept hidden away in the bottom draw of her chest of draws and attended the office xmas bash.  What a disaster!

 

She drained the rest of her drink, only her second of the night, and looked at her watch – not even 9pm.  Far too early to be going, maybe just one more and then off for an early night.  It was two deep at the bar and she almost couldn't be bothered, but just as she arrived a guy glanced back at her and smiled.  His glance did take in all of her, but settled firmly back on her face – not her legs or her breasts, which was somewhat reassuring.  “I'm just being served can I get you anything?”  His smile seemed friendly enough.  “Rum and coke please.” “Are you sure that you are old enough to drink?  Shouldn't you be doing your homework?” he said playfully.  “It's not a school night and I've promised to phone mum if I stay over at a friends.”  She was amused at the banter despite herself.  “Ah, that's ok then.  One rum and coke coming up.” He turned back to the bar.  Naomi had seen him about the office but didn't know him or in which department he worked.  He was dressed 70s  in cords and a cord jacket with leather patched on the elbows –  all brown, an orange shirt and a large kipper tie.

 

“Here you go – although I'm still not sure that I should be letting you drink this.” They moved away from the crush at the bar as he handed her the glass.  His smile was infectious.  She returned it.  “I'm sure one more can't hurt, sir.”  He laughed, “I suppose I do look a bit like the stereotypical geography teacher in this get up.  Corduroy jacket with patches on the arms.” He laughed again.  “Well, I expect you to have your geography homework on my desk first thing on Monday morning, or woe betide you, miss!”  “Yes, sir.  I will make sure the dog doesn't eat it.”  Naomi was quite getting into this. “If you use that as an excuse it will be detention for you, miss – lines and maybe even a caning!”

 

Naomi gasped.  A deep thrill had just rushed through her body at the though of discipline.  She blushed and took a big swallow from her drink to cover herself, but a quick glance up told her that he had spotted her reaction. She lowered her head in embarrassment.  He looked round and seeing that no one was near by, reached out a finger and lifted her chin forcing her head up and making her look at him.  “So the thought of being spanked like the naughty girl that you are turns you on, doesn't it miss?”  His voice was low but clear over the noise of the room.  She blushed even redder and tried to look away.  “Look at me when I'm talking to you!  You like the thought of being caned.”  “Y .. Yes Sir.” she whispered.  “I'm sorry I didn't hear that.”  Louder she managed, “Yes Sir.”

 

Stepping back he looked her up and down very slowly and deliberately this time.  Naomi almost trembled as emotions coursed through her.  She watched as he took in her low heeled buckled shoes, white knee socks, thigh length pleated skirt and white blouse open at the collar, with the school tie loosely tied about her neck, ending in a big, fat knot.  He smiled at her again but the smile was harder.  “And now you are thinking that you have just told an almost complete stranger your guilty little secret and that he could tell anyone as he works in your office.  That horrifies you but also excites you.”  He had got that exactly right.  Her heart was thundering.  She could feel her nipples hardening and a moistness between her legs, but she was also very afraid of what he might do next.  “Yes Sir” was all that she could manage.

 

“How about if I was to say something to your friend Duncan?  I saw you talking to him earlier.”  Naomi almost panicked.  He wouldn't.  Oh god no!  He smiled again.  “Come along with me miss.” He started off toward where Duncan was nursing his glass.  Penny seemed to have escaped.  When she stood frozen he turned back to her, “Come on, or it will be worse for you!”  She mechanically managed to move her legs and follow.  Duncan looked up bleary eyed as they approached.  “Duncan, having a good time?”  Duncan squinted back.  “Yes, Paul although that pretty one seems to have gone off somewhere.  But here's another pretty one.  Perhaps she wants to chat.”  He leered  at Naomi.

 

Paul, for that must be his name let the moment hang and Naomi held her breath in both fear and shame.  The shame even greater because she was becoming wetter, even with this horrid drunk sitting before her.  “Not now, maybe later.  Have a good evening.” and Paul walked past the table motioning Naomi to follow.  She let out a small sigh of relief as she gave Duncan a wide berth and followed Paul to a secluded corner of the room.

 

He found a booth away from the main party and silently pointed to a seat.  The chair faced away from the room so that she couldn't see what was going on behind her.  Paul sat opposite her and leaned forward.  Naomi nervously took another large gulp from her glass.  “You enjoyed that didn't you?  You are an aroused little slut just at the moment aren't you?” “Yes Sir” Naomi almost squeaked.  Dirty language now!  She was so enjoying this and the risk that it involved.  Paul reached out put a finger lightly on her neck just to the back of her jaw.  He smiled, “Yes, your heart is beating nineteen to the dozen.”  He ran the finger down the length of her jaw and again lifted her chin.

 

“So, what's your name?”  “Naomi” she managed.  “Naomi, what?!” he said fiercely in return.  “Naomi Sir.” “Better... and don't you forget it.”  He sat back and looked at her.  “So, Naomi, I'll bet you didn't hire that uniform for tonight did you?  You have it hidden away in some cupboard most of the time ...” He let the words hang.  “Yes Sir”  She knew that she was getting in deeper and deeper but felt powerless to stop it ... and did she really want to stop it?  “What else do you have in that cupboard?” When she hesitated he added, “Tell me now girl or it will only get worse.  Maybe I should have invited Duncan along.” His smile was hard.  “A .. a gym slip sir and a few other outfits.” she managed to stammer.  “What other outfits?” his words bore into her, “and it's Sir!  You forget too easily Naomi.” “Sorry Sir” she managed.  “I've a maids outfit and a nurse uniform, Sir”  “Hmmm and I bet you put then on and masturbate don't you you little slut!”  “Yes, Sir”  The deeper she went the more lost she felt, but she couldn't help herself.  “What, else do you have in that bottom draw?”  “Wrist and ankle cuffs, sir.” I for a penny, in for a pound.  “and ... ?” She hesitated. “I'm waiting girl!”  “A cane and a paddle and a tawse, sir.”  There! She had said it and was very flustered.  Paul sat and grinned.  “You do like your pain then, Naomi.”  A faint “Yes, sir” was all that she could manage.

 

Paul smiled the hard smile again.  “Naomi, I want you to take off your knickers and hand them to me.  She hesitated.  “Now, girl!  There is not much risk – the chair hides you and no one is watching.”  Naomi felt helpless under his gaze.  Slowly she reached her hands under her skirt and pulled at the waist band of her white, cotton knickers.  She slide them down about her ankles and then used her foot to lift then up where she caught them in her hand.  They were damp and she was shamed more as she handed the over.  She was breathing deeply.  Paul inspected them, “You are a wet little slut aren't you?”  “Yes Sir.”  “I'm going to leave then here on the table, just to remind you of that.”  “Please ... please someone will see them.”  Naomi almost begged.  “We will just have to risk that, won't we?  What's life without a little risk?”  Naomi gulped again at her drink and found to her surprise that she had finished it.

 

“It seems that you need another drink.”  Paul grinned wickedly, “Your turn to go to the bar I think.”  He passed her a note.  “I'm drinking coke.  I'm driving unfortunately.  Now off you go like a good little girl.”  Naomi took the money without a word and stood.  Walking towards the bar she felt as if she was dying with embarrassment.  She felt that everyone knew that she was wearing no panties under her short skirt.  Luckily there was less of a wait at the bar and she quickly bought the two drinks and returned to the table in the corner.  She sat and placed the coke and the change before Paul.  He was smiling.  “You enjoyed that didn't you?  The thought of people knowing you have nothing on under that skirt.”  Now that the fright of being made to go to the bar across the room had passed, Naomi realised that she had enjoyed the risk of it.  She nodded once, hardly able to look at him.

 

Paul lent across the table.  “So you like humiliation, spankings and canings, bondage, role play as a naughty school girl, nurse and maid?   Anything else?”  Naomi almost squeaked, wasn't that enough?  She shook her head and took a swallow of her drink.  Where was this all going?  “Hello you two.”  Naomi jumped.  She looked up to see Angela Peters from HR smiling down at her.  She blushed hoping that Angela had not heard the last remarks and then recalled what lay on the table.  Franticly she looked for her knickers but they were nowhere in sight, but she still felt it hard to hide her confusion.  “I didn't know you knew each other.” Angela smiled warmly.  She and Naomi got on well.  “We have just met.”  Paul was cool and in control.  “We are just getting acquainted.”  He smiled back.  “Are you having a good evening?”  Angela pulled a rueful expression.  “Not the highlight of my year, but people watching is fun.  Always interesting to see what colleagues do when they let their hair down.”  Naomi's ears burned.  Surely she couldn't be talking about her behaviour, but that's what it felt like.  “Care to join us?  We were having the most interesting discussion.”  No ... no what was he thinking? Was all that went through Naomi's flustered mind.  “No, I think not.  You seemed to be having a nice tête-à-tête I won't disturb you.”  Paul smiled, “I that case I think we will be going.  Drink up.” He looked at Naomi.  Hurriedly she drank down her drink and stood.  “Have a good night.”  Angela touched Naomi on the shoulder.  “Don't do anything I wouldn't do.  I will see you on Monday.” Her eyes twinkled.  It was all Naomi could do, to nod, as she followed Paul towards the door.

 

Paul got both of their coats from the cloak room and they left the building.  “You know you are safe with me?  Angela saw us leave together and knows us both.”  He let the question hang.  Naomi regained a little of her composure, enough to reassure herself that what he said was true.  He put on his own coat, but carried hers.  “You look so fetching in that outfit.  I don't think we should cover it. Do you?” He smiled again.  “Besides my car is not far.”

 

The drive through the streets was not bad.  By 9:30 on a Friday the road were pretty clear, even in the run up to Christmas.  Paul was soon pulling into a small car park beside a large Victorian building.  Leaving the car he unlocked a door and they ascended a fight of stair to a flat above.  “Not much really.  This rooms fine but the rest is cramped, but it's home”  The room they had walked into was large with a big bay window and high ceilings but Naomi barely had time to look around before she was called to order.  “So Naomi, is your geography homework ready?”  Naomi was startled.  “Oh, no ... I ..”  “The dog ate it did it?” “errrrrrr” “Have you prepared for the test I set you?” “Oh Sir ...” “What's the capital of Peru?” She thought hurriedly “Lima?” she stammered.  “Good girl!  Which is the highest waterfall?” again she though furiously.  “Angel falls” she managed.  “Good and where is the Angel falls?” “Errr” Naomi really couldn't think.  “Africa?” she managed.  “No.  Wrong answer!  Wrong continent.  It's in Venezuela.  I see you have not learnt for the test!”

 

“So what should I do with you, miss?” “Sir ... oh Sir.” Naomi managed.  “Sir What?!” “I should be punished, “ She mumbled.  “Speak up girl!”  “I should be punished.” louder this time.  Paul went to the corner and took out a folding chair.  It was one of those all wooden ones where the seat folded down like a step ladder. “Sit!” Paul left the room as Naomi sat down on the hard chair.  She could feel the slats of the chair through her thin skirt.  Swoosh.  Naomi froze.  She knew that sound.  It was the sound of a cane being swiped through the air.  Paul walked round in front of her.  She couldn't take her eyes off the cane.  She swallowed.  “You like the thought of this on your bare behind don't you?” “No ... Sir.  I'm sorry Sir.  I will try better I promise.”  “Not good enough!  Stand up!”  Naomi stood.  “Turn round and bend over the chair!”  Slowly she turned and rested her hands on the chair back.  “Lean forward!”  She obeyed, almost in tears.  “Now then, how many ... ?” Paul mused.  “Three I think.  Count then girl!”  Naomi heard the swoosh of the cane though the air and again and then felt her short skirt being lifted.  Another swoosh and – Whack.  A thin line of fire burned itself across her buttocks.  “One ...” she managed to gasp.  “Don't forget to thank me, girl!”  “No Sir.  Sorry Sir.  Thank you Sir.” she gasped over the pain.  Whack! A second line joined it.  “Two ... Thank you Sir.”  WHACK! This one was harder than the others and Naomi almost screamed.  “Three Sir.  Thank you Sir.”

 

“Now Sit!”  If the chair had been hard before it felt like granite now, with lines of pain racing over her arse.  “Put your hands on your head.  Like a proper naughty school girl.  I will be back.”  Paul was away for a few minutes.  In that time Naomi felt each stripe on her bottom painfully as it pressed against the hard chair.  When he returned he was carrying something.  It was a large paper cone with a D drawn on it in marker pen.  “I'm sure you know what this is.”  “Yes Sir.  A dunces cap Sir.”  “Stand up!  Take your hands off your head.”  Naomi complied and Paul put the cone on her head with the D facing forward.  “Now, go and sit cross-legged in the corner.”  He pointed to a corner of the room.

 

Naomi sat in the corner.  She had been there sometime while Paul had got himself a drink and drunk most of it slowly, watching her.  The pain was subsiding but she could still feel every stripe.  He finished his drink and picked up the cane.  Walking over to her, he flicked back her skirt with the end of the cane.  Crossed-legged and without any knickers on, Naomi's pussy was fully on display.  Paul tapped it gently with the end of the cane.  Just that gentle tap sent a thrill through her and her already wet pussy, became very much wetter.  Paul stood over here and looked down into her eyes. “You enjoy that don't you, Naomi?”  “Yes, Sir.”  He rested the end of the cane between her lips and started to rub it up and down, over her clit and entrance.  It was soon covered in her juices.  He pulled it away and inspected it.  “Hmmmmm” and without another word offered it to her mouth.

 

Naomi took the cane in her mouth and sucked slowly.  Feeling the roughness of the wood and tasting her juices.  After a while it was removed.  “Stand and strip!”  Naomi jumped, but quickly hurried to obey.  Once  naked Paul walked round her and inspected her.  He ran his finger on the lines on her bum and chuckled.  “Come with me!”  She followed him into the bedroom.  “Lie down on your back!”  She did so.  There were cuffs already attached to the headboard and Paul quickly restrained her hands.  Picking up a 3' spreader bar with cuffs at each end he strapped her ankles to it.  Then he put a blindfold over her eyes.

 

She felt his fingers on her body, lightly working over it, slowly playing over her skin.  Starting with her legs and arms Paul moved his hands to her belly, then up to her breasts.  Naomi gasped as he gently played with them.  Then she felt a touch between her legs and realised that it was his tongue.  Ever so slowly he began to lick round her pussy.  Licking her lips, drawing them into his mouth and sucking on them.  His tongue worked into her, licking at her walls and then out and circling her clit.  Naomi felt her pleasure building and building.  Suddenly he started to lick hard over her clit, rapidly.  She could hold on no more and started to cum.  As she did so his fingers pinched her nipples painfully.  The shock added to the pleasure and she went over the edge and screamed as she orgasmed.  Then her legs were lifted high.  Pulled up by the spreader bar and a hand smacked her hard on her raised bum.  The smacking continued, but Naomi didn't know for how long.  She was lost in the pain and pleasure blissfully combined.

 

Later, untied and unmasked, Naomi smiled as she drifted off to sleep.  At that moment she really didn't care what Paul told people at work on Monday morning.