Melissa: Big City Girl?

Melissa: Big City Girl?    Part#2

(MMM/f, n/c  relec, humil, spank)

By: Jake Olive

Authors note: This is a continuation of part #1. The story and characters are entirely fictional. This is my first attempt at this type of work. Please provide any feedback to:  jkolive47@gmail.com

It had been thirteen days since Melissa’s first spanking with Mike. The big man had been true to his word and he had been there every morning at 6:30 am for her spankings. For Melissa this was by far the worst part of what Paul had expected from her. He had also given her a couple of books to read and they had talked about a few trips he wanted to take, but mostly her rehabilitation had been Mike, Mike’s big hands and a very sore bottom.

If there was anything good about it, at least Mike arrived early. This allowed Melissa to get up and simply put a robe on, she also did not wear any make up or brush her hair. Melissa deliberately made herself look as bad as possible. It was her way to try and minimize the utter humiliation of the whole thing. When it was over, Melissa would quickly go back to bed. She felt that this made the experience seem more like “just a bad dream.”

She was happy that Mike had not brought anyone with him yet to watch her get spanked. She was hoping that he had forgotten that part of Paul‘s speech. Mike did insist on taking pictures after every spanking and Melissa couldn’t figure out why that was so important to him. Melissa knew that she looked like crap (in the back of her mind she wanted to think she was unrecognizable) and she didn’t understand why Mike wanted all the fucking pictures. With only 17 days left, Melissa was thinking about New York City. The morning spankings were awful but she knew that if she could endure it she could get to the big city and never see these people or this “frigging cow town” ever again. Melissa was confident that she could make it 17 more days (if she had to).

On Wednesday night of the 13th day of her rehabilitation, Paul and Melissa were having dinner. Paul had been happy with the change he had seen in Melissa’s overall attitude. During dinner, Paul said to Melissa, “I got a call from Mike today.” Melissa looked at her husband and waited. “He asked me for a favor. He is having a poker game at a friends house on Friday night and he asked me if I could have you come over and be his cocktail waitress for the evening.”

Melissa responded flatly, “what does he want me to do?”

” He wants you to help out with the party, you know serve drinks, refill snack bowls and stuff like that.” Melissa had a bad feeling where this might be going. “I told him you would be happy to do it. Since you have never worked before, this will give you some good work experience and it will be a nice way to pay Mike back for all the time he has spent trying to instill discipline in you.”

Of course Melissa did not want to play cocktail waitress for Mike’s poker party, but since she had already endured 13 days of spanking and she knew Paul felt like she was making progress, she didn’t want to push back too hard. “I thought you were going out of town Friday?”

Paul told Melissa that he would be out of town but he didn’t think that was any reason that they shouldn’t comply with Mike’s request. “Since you will be seeing Mike on Friday anyway, he is just going to give you your spanking over at his friends house. Maybe you can show up a few minutes early and get it out of the way before the party starts. Also, Mike has a uniform for you to wear so it will be kind of official. He sent the uniform over to my office today, it is in that box over there.”

Melissa walked over to the counter and retrieved the box. Paul watched as she opened it. Inside there was indeed a cocktail waitress uniform, it was a mustard colored skirt that landed just above the knee and a pretty conservative top, not showing too much cleavage.

“I told Mike to call me Saturday and give me a full accounting of your behavior Friday night. I want a good report Melissa, Mike is helping you and we need to be able to help him out a little too. Plus, I think the outfit is kind of cute, maybe the evening will be fun.” Melissa had reservations about how much fun she would have but she knew that she couldn’t fight this one too hard. Only 17 days to go.

Melissa was happy she could sleep later on Friday. By afternoon her bottom was starting to feel better for the first time since her rehabilitation had begun. She did some shopping and spent a relaxing day alone. Since the party started at 8:00, she wanted to get to the house about 7:40 so Mike could give her the daily spanking before the guests started to arrive. She had a light dinner, put on the “ugly ass” outfit Mike had sent over and drove to the address she had been given. As she drove into the neighborhood she noticed there were a lot of nice houses, she had suspected that Mike’s friends might live in less desirable places.

She pulled up to the address and noticed that there were already four cars in front of the house. “Shit“ she said out load. She was of course hoping to beat his guests to the party. At Paul’s suggestion, Melissa had bought some Coke and some rice crispy treats to supplement the snacks. She gathered her stuff together and went to the door. Mike answered the door and invited her in. She could see a group of four other men already playing cards in the dinning room, Mike led her to the kitchen. “Thanks for helping out Melissa, if you could just get the guys drinks when they need them and maybe help keep the snack table full I would really appreciate it.”

Also, there was a mistake with your uniform, the company sent over the wrong one. I left the one we need you to wear in the back bedroom, if you can go change into that one that would be great.

Mike went back to the game and Melissa grudgingly walked down the hall to find her uniform. When she got to the back bedroom, she found a skirt about 4 inches long and a pair of 3 inch heels.

She walked back into the kitchen and called for Mike. After a moment he came back into the kitchen.

“all that I saw was a tiny skirt and a pair of heels?” Melissa informed him.

“that’s the outfit Melissa” Mike responded

“where is the top” Melissa said with a cry in her voice?

“I decided that your breasts are so cute that they shouldn’t be covered, you will be a topless cocktail waitress tonight,” Mike stated evenly.

“No fucking way I am parading around like that” the woman said.

“Melissa, I do not have time for your little fit. Get your ass back there and put your uniform on or I will call Paul, got it?” With that he turned and went back to the game.

Melissa stood numbly in the kitchen. A few minutes later she went to the back bedroom and got dressed.

After putting on the “whore suit” as she thought it, Melissa walked down the hall and back into the kitchen. She was topless and she wore a black skirt that covered a little less than half her butt, She also stood unevenly atop 3 inch heels on which she could barely walk.

She swallowed hard and walked into the room to greet four middle aged men she had never met.

She walked in a looked at the men, two were older like Mike two were a little younger but still considerably older than Melissa. As Mike introduced her to the guys they all looked up at her and took her in. She stood in front of them a beautiful 23 year old woman almost completely naked and at their disposal.

The room went quiet as they looked at her. She was quite a sight, her little breasts and round little butt completely on display for their pleasure. At some point, a funny guy said, “well I don’t know about you guys, but I’ll take a Coors Light!” The men all laughed, gave Melissa their drink order and resumed their game.

A couple of hours went by, Melissa had retrieved quite a few beers and heated up some chicken wings but as the game continued there wasn‘t that much for her to do. Once they were all done looking at her, they returned to the game and she had spent much of her time alone in the kitchen. With the exception of her outfit, Melissa was surprised at how easy the evening had been for her and was hopeful maybe Mike had forgotten about the spanking because of the game and outfit and everything.

Mike asked Melissa to order up some pizza and she happily complied.

About fifteen minutes later, Mike called Melissa back in from the kitchen, “Melissa, the guys and I have decided to take a break” “OK, can I get anybody anything?” the young topless girl responded. “I think that maybe you can Melissa,” Mike said while making eye contact with the other men, “I think that since we are on a break it would be a very good time to get your spanking out of the way.” Melissa felt her stomach tighten. “So why don’t you get everyone a fresh drink and meet us in the living room.”

The men all stood and began to move into the other room. “Fuck” thought Melissa as she turned to get refreshments. “Maybe I can keep my skirt on,“ Melissa thought hopefully as she collected the beers. By the time Melissa returned to the living room she was getting a pretty good idea that her skirt might not be on the schedule. All the men were holding digital camera’s and one had a camcorder he was setting up on a tripod.  Melissa dropped her head and tried to find enough resolve to somehow go forward.

Melissa handed out the beers. As she finished, Mike said “Melissa, why don’t we go ahead and get you completely naked so we can get the evening’s entertainment underway.” As he said that the man with the tripod turned on the light source and it bathed the room in a warm soft light. Mike then directed the girl to a spot in front of the fireplace and they all stood waiting. Melissa moved to her spot and looked back at the men. They all stared back at her expectantly, like she was about to do some fantastic magic trick. Some where already talking pictures.

“I am not sure I can do this” Melissa said weakly toward Mike. “Would you like me to call Paul?” Mike coolly replied, “maybe he can help.”. Melissa shook her head no and removed her skirt. As she stood in front of the men in only a baby blue thong and a pair of black heels, she received her first applause of the evening. As she felt the extent of the pending humiliation, she felt her first twinge of sexual arousal. As she removed her baby blue panties, the room again went silent. When Melissa set her panties down she noticed they were clearly wet. When the panties were gone and her fully naked form was completely revealed, she got her second ovation.

Mike, moved a chair in from the kitchen, took a seat and called for Melissa. Melissa’s young skin and high breasts looked spectacular in the bright lights. The men could see that her round and tight bottom was still probably a little sore from previous days of spankings. As she began to climb over Mike’s lap, the doorbell rang.

“Pizza’s here!” the funny man shouted and they all laughed hardily as the tension broke in the room. “Melissa why don’t you get the door,” Mike responded coolly. The room quickly grew quiet again as the ramifications of Mike’s suggestion sunk in. The man with the tripod quickly and without direction moved to the entry hall and lit it up.

“Please no” Melissa said softly. “You are the waitress and a waitress handles the food.”  Mike responded as if her superior.  The bell rang for a second time. “let’s go girl, pizza’s getting cold,” the funny man continued from the back. The men laughed again. In simply heels, Melissa made her way around the table and prepared to open the door.

Melissa opened the door and looked at the delivery boy. Melissa stood naked but was unable to say anything to him, she was so humiliated to be standing like a whore in front of the delivery boy that words simply wouldn’t come. The pizza boy looked at her but then cast his eyes away as if he was doing something wrong. Finally Mike took over and invited the boy in. He very cautiously entered the house, as if he were concerned the place might be booby trapped.

Mike explained to the pizza boy (really a twenty year old loser with a ponytail), that he would receive a very special tip this evening and told him that the naked girl was about to receive a spanking. Again the room burst into spontaneous applause. Mike then took Melissa by the arm and briskly led her back to the chair like a scorned child. “It’s time to get that bottom of yours some more discipline little girl” He pulled the naked girl forcefully  over his lap, he held her securely with his left arm and once again, Mike began to spank Melissa Stanford. Melissa felt her beating begin and she wished that Paul was there.

As he had done previously, Mike spanked her very hard. A couple of the men (including the man with lights and tripod) moved directly behind her so they could get a good view of her tight and well muscled ass. One man moved in to take a close up pictures of Melissa’s face as she reacted to the blows.

They almost all took pictures, even the pizza boy pulled out a camera phone so he could show the guys back at the shop. The only man not taking pictures was an older man in the back named Dave. Dave simply watched the young girl’s shame good naturedly, as if he were watching his grandchild‘s soccer game.

When Mike reached about 25 spanks Melissa began to cry. She had cried every time and this evening would be no exception. She began to flail her legs around giving the men an unexpectedly good look at her tightly trimmed young pussy. The spanking continued, smack, smack, smack the sound filling the large room and making everyone aware the girl was being spanked very soundly. Mike showed them how he had perfected the art of making Melissa’s ass dance. He alternated checks and Melissa’s firm behind performed its’ special dance routine for the men. For the first time since her rehabilitation began, Melissa actually tried to escape but found Mike’s grip impossible to break, she was held secure. At 75 spanks Mike stopped and began to rub her bottom. The men all watched with a quiet intensity.

Mike continued massaging the 23 year olds red behind. All the men stood quietly watching Mike and the girl, nobody knew what would happen next.

Melissa lay under Mike completely aroused from being humiliated in front of so many men. She lay on the old grocery clerk fearful of being discovered by her daily tormentor.

Dave looked over and noticed one of the young guys rubbing his cock through his jeans while he watched Melissa’s rubdown was continuing. When he returned his eyes to Melissa, Mike’s hand deliberately moved toward to girl’s young pussy.

Mike slid his hand over the top of Melissa’s ass, running it downward over the curve, he slid it down her crack and began to gently touch her tight little box with the three middle fingers of his right hand.

It was very wet.

Mike used his fingers to begin to unfold and open the girl very gently, like a man who had often before been her lover. Melissa felt her legs spread ever so slightly to allow Mike access to her needy young pussy

Mike easily had opened Melissa’s warm pussy and he ran his middle finger towards her clit.

Still watching from the back, a paternal feeling finally swept through Dave as he watched the scene continue to deteriorate. “All right guys we have seen enough,” Dave plainly stated as he moved for the young girls clothing. Dave was a leader and he was afraid where the evening might be headed. He gathered Melissa’s few clothes together and helped her from Mike’s lap. She stood but was unable to look up at the rather practical and paternal man. She took her clothes from him and weakly said, “thanks.” Melissa then went down the hallway to hide her condition and nakedness from the group of men.

“Fucking killjoy,” the younger man said as he stopped rubbing his cock. The men laughed nervously as the high tension was again relieved from the room. The pizza boy then left, forgetting to collect for the pizza’s. The men began to slowly make their way back toward the card table.

Melissa stayed in the bathroom a long time. When she finished crying she put her make up back on, put the full uniform on and just leaned against the sink. After about 30 minutes she returned to the front room.

“There she is!” Dave helpfully said from the poker table as he tried to ease Melissa’s return to the room. Mike saw Melissa and walked over to her. “hey I think we can handle it here for the rest of tonight,,” Mike quietly told Melissa, why don’t you grab your bag and I will walk you to the door.

Melissa quickly returned to the back bedroom and collected her stuff. She walked back down the hall and straight for the front door. Mike opened the door for her and bent down for his kiss. The young girl shyly kissed his cheek and said thanks.

As Melissa hurried by Mike for the security of her car, Mike softly patted her on the behind and said, “see you in the morning cupcake.”

Mike walked back to the table with a wry smile on his face.