Melissa: Big City Girl?    Part#1

(MM/f, n/c  relec, humil, spank)

By: Jake Olive

Authors note: 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

Something really had to be done with Melissa. Here Paul was on what should have been the greatest day of his life and he had a problem; What to do about Melissa. Paul Stanford was by all accounts a successful young man. Only 27, his quick mind and ease of leadership had made him one of the fastest rising executives in the Midwest. This morning, he had been called into the Regional President’s office and he was told that he was being promoted. The company was going to be transferring him to New York City. Of course the promotion meant more money, but even more importantly, it put him on track to succeed the CEO of his growing international company. Few who knew Paul doubted his rise to CEO, Everyone at corporate knew the Midwest wouldn’t keep him for long. Paul loved the Midwest but he also knew at some point he would have to leave it. And yet here he was, on a day that should have been about celebration, and Paul drove home thinking only about what to do with Melissa. Paul had married Melissa right out of college. She was only 19 but she was also the most beautiful girl in town. She was 23 now and in some ways he had outgrown her. Melissa Stanford was a contradiction; on one hand she was still horribly immature and on the other she was bright and could show great resolve if it suited her purpose. In the end however, immaturity was her resounding feature. Paul had hoped she would grow up and he was disappointed at her lack of progression. She was an only child and her parents had spoiled her horribly. Her daddy’s money, her great looks  and then Paul’s job had made it all very easy for Melissa to never leave childhood. She never went to college, she was incapable of saving money, she made poor choices and she was professionally a bit of an embarrassment to Paul. When he was required to bring her to work related events, he would often catch his peers rolling their eyes at her and looking at each other knowingly. The other wives would talk to Melissa as if she were a child. When Melissa was engaged in conversation she rarely strayed far from celebrity gossip, reality TV and the things that educated people typically tend to find below their station. Nobody at work took her seriously. The other problem that Paul had with Melissa was that she had grown increasingly pretentious based solely on Paul’s career success. Paul had an ease of manner and a command of leadership that well exceeded his 27 years. Melissa however tended to act as if a member of the social elite because of her marriage to Paul. It had been yet another embarrassment to him and he thought that New York City would only amplify this problem. Nobody liked a woman who didn’t know her place, and in spite of his success; Paul needed a sweet and unassuming wife. Paul thought about his problem hard, but he knew in his heart it was only a problem because he loved Melissa.

       Paul Stanford was a naturally gifted strategic thinker. He knew instinctively that this would be the best time to leave her. He would obviously meet beautiful woman in New York and he could easily afford to send her alimony back in Missouri. They had bought the house with money he had made in bonuses and Paul did not mind giving it to her. His best earning years were in front of him he was very sure. Paul and Melissa had no kids and he knew that leaving her before he took the new job would definitely  be best. Paul was at a crossroads in his life and he knew it. These are the kind of times that great leaders make hard decisions. Paul was just such a leader. These were the thoughts that were on his mind as he turned into the driveway on Tuesday night. Paul entered the house and was immediately met by his wife. He had made a mistake by calling her with the news of his promotion and he was quickly forced to face it. Melissa talked for five minutes about New York, she talked about living in Manhattan, buying an apartment, Central Park and about all the people she had already told of Paul’s promotion to the big city.  Paul listened to her then said unexpectedly and with great resolve, “ I have decided to go to New York City without you. Your attitude and your immaturity are something I can no longer tolerate.” Melissa stood motionless and stared at her husband. Melissa was immature, but her mind also moved fast and she was quickly running through her options. Paul continued, “Melissa, the success I have had is due to both recognizing opportunity and seeing things as they truly  are. I love you but I can no longer have your immaturity in my life.” Paul walked to the wet bar to made a drink. “If I must leave you behind, now is the time to do it.” Paul took a long drink and watch his tough words strike his very young wife. “I will see a lawyer tomorrow and have a settlement drawn up. It will be fair, you may have the house and I will pay you a good monthly sum. You can have a lawyer look at it before I leave for New York City thirty three days from now.” Melissa stared at her husband  in horror. Tears began to creep down her cheeks. She understood Paul well and was and she knew he was being very serious. She had been married to him for four years and had seen his cool emotional detachment before, but she had never been on the wrong end of it. Melissa Stanford was facing down a man she knew well; and she was scared. Paul Stanford had given her everything but he was also a man who was capable of taking everything away.

       As Melissa stood crying in her kitchen she understood quickly that this meant everything in her life would change. She knew she would have a house and some money but she would be little more than an uneducated girl from eastern Kansas who was once married to a big shot. This was not a reality she was prepared to face. Her mind whirled as she  looked for the right words. Melissa stood just a little over five foot three inches tall. She was 23 years old and physically; she was in the prime of her youth. She was in great shape, she had small (B cup)  breasts that were well formed and quite nice. Melissa’s also had a round and well muscled butt that came more from good genes than any hard time at the gym. Her light brown hair surrounded a face perfectly formed, she had full lips and big brown eyes. Her great beauty was one of many reasons that she never grew up; she never had to. But Melissa’s good looks were not helping her now as she looked at her husband. Melissa wanted Paul, she wanted New York City and at 6:52 in the evening on a Tuesday in late September everything was unexpectedly on the line. “I will change” Melissa said without emotion. “ I will be who you need me to be, I will grow up however you feel I must.” There was a long pause while Paul looked at his wife. Melissa finally said, “no bullshit.” Paul mixed a second drink. Her response had reminded him very clearly of the respect he had for her in spite of her overall lack of maturity. He knew he married her very young and he acknowledged that he played a role in allowing this to continue for so long. “Let me think about what that really means. We can talk tomorrow” Paul said finally. He poured the rest of his drink down the sink and walked from the house. He would be gone all night.

       Paul drove to the Sheraton out by the sports complex and checked in. While he knew he could leave her and never look back (much), he wondered if he had underestimated Melissa. He had dinner in the room and watched the late news. Melissa didn’t try to call his cell phone once. Paul respected that, it showed a little maturity. He spent a fitful night thinking about his future and thinking about Melissa….no bullshit.

       Wednesday night Paul came home. He and Melissa went out on the back deck to talk. Melissa had spoken with a lawyer earlier in the day and she learned what she had already known. She could probably keep the house and get a decent amount of cash from Paul but that is not at all what she wanted. Paul had already said he would give her the house anyway. Melissa wanted Paul, she wanted the shopping, the hair salons, the vacations, the nail places, the tanning beds and she wanted to live in New York City. Paul was correct, Melissa was pretentious and she knew she would fit in New York City beautifully. Plus she had already bragged to her friends that she was going. How could she tell them that her husband left her and went to New York to start a new life without her. Melissa was too proud for that, she was ready to strike a deal at almost any cost; if only he would make that possible. “I have thought about my role in your maturation process and I have decided to give you a chance to make a change” Paul said as he was taking a seat on the patio. Relief flooded through Melissa, she knew it was very possible she could have lost the whole game right here in the first frame.” I will grow up and be the woman you want me to be” she said with a happy determination. “you are the woman I want, but I need you to grow up fast” Paul said evenly. “I will leave for New York City thirty days from Saturday. I am going to use those days both to evaluate your behavior and to help you grow.” Paul looked directly at his wife. Melissa looked directly back. “I expect your behavior and your attitude to change. I am tired of the shallow pretentious woman you remain at 23, I need you to grow up Melissa.” “You won’t be disappointed in me.” Melissa said with great relief. “we will begin on Saturday” Paul said to his wife. “Bring it on big man.” Melissa said playfully. Paul tried not to smile but lost the battle. Melissa rose and moved toward Paul. She dropped softly to her knees, removed his cock from this suit pants and began to warmly give him a blowjob. Paul tilted his head back and looked at the boundless Missouri sky. “She may have a chance” he thought to himself.  He then watched his pretty young wife suck his cock while he finished his drink. “but she better be willing to change, thought Paul…...no bullshit.”

          By Saturday Melissa had resolved herself to put up with Paul’s plan to change her behavior. She was unsure of what Paul intended to do but she knew she really didn’t have any choice. They would leave in thirty days and she could leave this cow town forever and move to New York City. She still loved Paul and felt confident that she could get through this and her marriage and her future happiness would be saved.

       The first day of Melissa’s rehabilitation began like any other. She went shopping and then had lunch with her friends at the Plaza. At about 4:00 Paul told her to tidy up the house and take a shower, he said that they would have a visitor stopping by early in the early evening. He did not provide her any guidance on how she was to dress and he did not tell her what to expect. She knew that Paul’s attempt to change her behavior may be ready to begin. She cleaned the house, took a quick shower and decided on a pair of jeans and a simple white tee shirt. At 6:00, she was upstairs watching TV when she heard the doorbell ring. Soon after Melissa could hear the sound of a second male voice coming from downstairs in her entry hall. “Melissa, could you come down here please?” she heard Paul call after a couple of moments. She felt a knot in her stomach as she moved towards the stairs. From the top of the staircase she could see a man that she recognized. The tall male standing near her front door was a man that worked at the local supermarket. She certainly did not know his name but she had seen him working at the store many times “Does he want me to work at the grocery store?  God, how humiliating would that be,” Melissa thought. She descended the stairs with as much dignity and grace as she could muster. “Honey, this man’s name is Mike Hayward and he has agreed to help us.” Melissa shook the man’s large hand and they moved toward the living room. Once they were all seated, Paul began, “Melissa, I have explained our problem to Mike and we have discussed his role in helping you change your behavior.” Melissa blushed slightly. “As you might know, Mike works in the produce department at the grocery store right down the hill from our house. Mike and I had a long discussion on Thursday over at the store and he has told me he is very familiar with dealing with girls like you who have grown up without any real discipline. Together he and I have developed a plan that will be part of the maturation process that you and I discussed on Wednesday.” Melissa sat there numbly listening to what her husband was saying. “ Mike is going to come by our house every morning at 6:30 am, just before his regular work shift begins and he is going to spank you.” Melissa was suddenly so overwhelmed by what Paul said that she sat frozen. He continued, “As a department manager, he works every day but Sunday and I think it is best if we keep your discipline lessons on a regular schedule. I will typically be here when he conducts your morning spanking but if I must work early or go out of town then I will expect your daily spankings to continue without any break.“ Floored by Paul’s words, Melissa finally spoke, “Are you seriously suggesting that the man from the grocery store come by my house everyday and spank me?” Melissa said weakly, “I am not suggesting it, I am mandating it as a part of the rehabilitation of your attitude. You were never held accountable as a child and I think it will be very worthwhile for you to receive the kind of discipline other children received as they grew up. Mike here has been good enough to agree to provide you the discipline that your father did not. I believe it will result in humbling you quite nicely.” Mike sat rooted to his seat afraid to do or say anything that might stop this fantasy from proceeding. His heart was in his throat as he listened to Paul speak, he looked only sparingly at Melissa. Paul had good command in front of a group and Mike was dutifully playing his role in this strange meeting. When Paul had approached Mike at the store he was naturally suspicious of his story. Paul had very professionally spoke of the needing an older man to teach his wife a lesson and while Mike had doubts about Paul on Thursday, he was losing those doubts rapidly. Mike was 52, divorced and he lived with his younger sister in a small trailer forty five minutes from town. Mike obviously felt his prospects for ever touching a nubile young woman like Melissa had long since vanished. But here he was sitting in the middle of an odd drama that may put this pretty brunette over his lap. Mike Hayward was awash with a strange and surging lust. His instincts told him this could actually happen. He had seen Melissa many times at the store but he never could imagine he might see her naked, much less spank her ass. When Paul spoke next, Mike stole a quick glance at Melissa and could tell by the look on her face that she may be powerless to stop her spanking from occurring. Paul continued on, “you are to meet Mike at the front door daily, move a kitchen chair into the living room, remove all your clothes and climb over his knee. The front blinds are to remain open as they are now, if our neighbors wonder why the man from the store comes by, we should allow them to see. I have asked Mike to spank you between twenty five and fifty times or as he sees fit. After he is done, you are then to thank him, walk him to the door, kiss him on his cheek and tell him goodbye. Only after he is gone may you again get dressed. This part of your rehabilitation will last for the entire thirty day period we discussed. I have told Mike that if he wants to bring a friend or someone over to watch your spankings he may, but for the first week I prefer him to come alone. I want to get your discipline sessions off to a good start and feel it would be best if neither of you are distracted until we get a good solid routine going. He also may take a few pictures of you after your spankings. This will be for his personal use and he will do with these pictures as he wishes. You will continue to shop at Mike‘s store. He will likely discuss this situation with people at the store and he will probably share the pictures he takes of you with some of them. This will be an important part of humbling you and forcing a change in your overall attitude.“ Melissa felt ill. She had thought she could submit to her husbands demands but had no idea that this is what he had in mind. She thought maybe if she cut back on the shopping and the television he might be satisfied, but this? seriously? “OK, I think the best time to begin is now” Paul said with an easy and practiced command. “ Melissa, go get Mike a chair from the kitchen and return to us.” Melissa rose slowly not knowing if she would be able to continue forward. She walked into the kitchen and came back dragging a hard backed chair. She left it in the middle of the room. “Melissa, please remove all your clothing.” She looked imploringly at her husband in one final effort to make this stop. He looked back at her blankly. Paul knew the beauty of the body she was about to reveal and while he spoke coolly and evenly, he could hardly wait to see Melissa naked in front of the grocer. He had always thought her body was like a fine piece of art and he secretly felt that it should be seen by others so it could be properly appreciated. He watched her open humiliation as she reluctantly unsnapped and stepped out of her jeans. She pulled her white tee shirt over her head and stood before the two men in a black bra and a red pair of thong panties. “Mike, why don’t you take a seat in the chair.” Mike quickly stood from the sofa and walked rather awkwardly to the chair. He sat down and for the first time since he arrived and he really looked at Melissa . What he saw was a clearly distraught young woman standing nearly naked before him. Melissa was looking only at her husband. She was clearly overwhelmed and she was unable to fully process the other man in the room. “It’s time for us to begin Melissa,” Paul said calmly. Melissa reached behind her and unclasped her bra and looking downward she dropped both bra and panties to the floor. As Mike watched the young woman remove her final articles of clothing he felt a bolt of heat flash through his body. Of course Mike had seen beautiful young woman before, but never a woman quite like this. Melissa’s smooth skin and firm body had the full bloom of youth upon it. He only vaguely remembered girls shaped like this from his early twenties. Her breasts were not as large as all the fake breasted girls he saw often at the strip club, but they were shaped perfectly, they were firm and they sat high on her chest pointing slightly upward as if to validate her considerable youthfulness. Melissa’s pussy was lightly covered with dusting of  brown hair that was cut quite tightly. As the grocery clerk sat in the kitchen chair he could not yet see her ass but the slight broadening on the front of her hips provided him with good evidence of the treasure that may lay behind them. Melissa looked at her husband and waited. “Melissa, lean over his lap.” Melissa moved toward the stranger in her living room and lowered herself over the man’s legs. She held her head low which raised her butt a little higher than she had intended. Melissa rested stiffly on the man’s lap and waited. Mike looked at Melissa’s bottom that now lay out before him. It was perfectly round and a little larger than her small frame might have suggested. He looked at Paul for direction. Paul saw his pretentious young wife spread over Mike’s lap. Her position looked slightly uncomfortable and it appeared that she was trying to hide her face. Paul was a man who had always been routinely able to accomplish things, yet the scene he had constructed here surprised even him. An older man he barely knew was now sitting in his expensive living room about to spank his naked young wife. He was becoming aroused and he felt blood beginning to surge to his penis. As Paul began to once again speak, Mike slowly began to caress Melissa’s  young bottom. “Mike, go ahead and start whenever you like, my wife needs to be spanked very soundly. Melissa has never received the discipline required of a proper and courteous young lady and she needs your help. She and I are both counting on you to help her see her place. Melissa lay with her arms outstretched and her palms on the floor. She could no longer see Paul and as she looked back at Mike’s white socks and black grocery store shoes, she began to more fully consider than man that was about to spank her. It was a heavy middle aged man grocery clerk on whose lap she now lay, like a fresh cut flower. She felt the stranger rubbing her bottom with his large and callused hands and she waited. “Smack” Mike began suddenly and without warning, smack, smack, smack. “My god he is really fucking spanking me” thought Melissa. smack, smack, smack, Mike continued his work aggressively. He was surprised at how firm her bottom was, the naturally firm muscle of a young woman’s bottom was something quite a few years back in his memory. He felt his pace speed up and he watched as Melissa began to squirm from side to side under his firm and steady blows. He alternated between her checks and then watched with delight as her firm ass danced in front of him. He continued spanking her harshly as he had been instructed. Paul watched from beside the sofa as the spanking continued. He could see clearly that his wife was willing to do whatever he asked in an attempt to keep the marriage together and it encouraged him. Melissa’s current level of discomfort and humiliation delighted him greatly. It was a nice payback for embarrassment that her behavior had often caused him. He was getting surprisingly turned on watching his wife’s spanking. For a quick second he thought about taking out his cock and stoking it, but he quickly dismissed the idea as being beneath him. Paul had decided to say nothing and leave this part of the evening to Mike. The duration of Melissa’s discipline was at Mike Hayward’s considerable pleasure. As he watched the hard spanking continue Melissa began to cry. Fifty five spanks in, Mike had lost count of the spanks and he could not hear Paul’s young wife crying. Mike was now lost in his own world and he was on the edge of losing control with Melissa. The spanking continued unabated; smack, smack, smack, smack and after 73 spanks Mike stopped; perhaps worn out by his own exertion. The room fell silent except for Melissa’s sobbing. Nobody moved for at least a minute, Paul watched his naked wife crying over the man’s lap. Mike continued to run his hand all over Melissa’s now very red bottom and occasionally he would look toward Paul in the hope of receiving additional instructions. “You may now get up Melissa,” Paul said as he continued to drink in the scene. Melissa rose and stood next the man from the grocery store and carefully wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her hand. She was now completely unaware of her nakedness. “Mr. Hayward will be here every day with the exception of Sundays to continue with your spankings” Paul continued. “He did an excellent job here tonight and I think this should be representative of all your future spankings. You need to be spanked very soundly if we are going to get you corrected in thirty quick days. You now may walk Mr. Hayward to the door. Mike stood slowly and made little effort to conceal the thick erection throbbing in his work pants. The three of them walked toward the front door. It was again quiet and Mike felt like he should say something. The rather dull man considered saying “thank you” but it did not seem quite appropriate to him. He continued to remain silent, afraid any action might change his luck. As they reached the entry hall, Melissa could feel the cold tile under her feet and she was reminded of her nakedness. She decided to try and cover her breasts as best she could, but her red bottom remained on full display. “This may have been a little awkward tonight, but I think the two of you guys will get into a nice routine before long. Give Mike a kiss on the check and thank him for the spanking Melissa. You will see him again on Monday.“ instructed Paul. She did as she was told but had to strain a bit to kiss the taller man. As Mike leaned down for the kiss his hand accidentally brushing against  Melissa’s naked breast. He looked at Paul and said, “If you want, I can come by on Sunday’s too. I don’t live that far away and I would be happy to spank her then. “ “That’s a good idea Mike, this way Melissa can really get into a routine.“ “No problem man,“ Mike replied clumsily taking care not to make any eye contact with Melissa. Mike then opened the door and walked out into the warm Missouri night. When he heard the door shut behind him, Mike smiled broadly at his amazing good fortune. He didn’t understand exactly why Paul was asking him to do this, but he could always recognize when good thing when it fell into his lap. Mike knew he needed to find enough money to buy a digital camera. His life mission was now to do only two things; spank little Melissa for the next thirty days and make sure he could remember it for the rest of his life. Jerking off had been his life’s work and Melissa would now be his crowning achievement. It was very important to this simple man that he capture Melissa’s face and body fully. When he arrived at his car, he took his thick cock from his pants and immediately resumed the important work he had began long ago.

       Behind the large oak door Paul held Melissa is his arms and he listened to her cry loudly, as if she were a small child with her first real taste of discipline. He had put her through a lot tonight but she still had much more that lay ahead of her. A smile grew on his face as he listened to her continued cries. He was confident that he had put Melissa on the right path and that together they were on the way to establishing a marriage he could be proud of. It was beginning to look like this little brown haired girl from Kansas might make it to the big city after all.

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.

Melissa: Big City Girl?    Part#3

(MMM/f, n/c  relec, humil, spank)

By: Jake Olive

Authors note: This is a continuation of part #2. 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

Melissa reached her car. Once she was safe within her vehicle she dropped the emotional defense that she had built up inside the bathroom. Melissa was overrun by all the emotions she had suppressed during the evening. Being naked and spanked in front of all the men had been difficult but tremendously exciting for her. Melissa had  been openly and obviously turned on by her own humiliation and that had made her feel like a cheap slut. A little piece of Melissa was disappointed when Dave stepped in and stopped Mike from fondling her. “What the fuck was that?” thought Melissa. She was disappointed at her behavior but she had never before been so sexually alive.

“How could I ever face Mike again?” As she drove up interstate 35 her mind was busily trying to understand everything that had happened and she was trying to figure a way out of her situation. Melissa knew that Mike saw the state of arousal she was in. “What if he told Paul? What if the older guy wouldn’t have stopped it? Would I have fucked those guys?” Melissa recoiled at her momentary lack of judgment. “What am I a fucking slut? What the hell is wrong with me?” Melissa continued the struggle in her head. She needed a plan, she knew she needed to stop her rehabilitation and get her little ass to New York.

Melissa parked the car and walked determinedly to her front door. She knew that Paul‘s flight didn‘t land for another hour and she needed to do some thinking. She went in the house, walked to the sofa,  pulled off the mustard colored outfit and then threw it at the stairs. Wearing only her baby blue bra and panties, she laid down on the floor and brought herself to the first of two very powerful orgasms.

Finished, Melissa Stanford went up stairs and put some clothes on, poured herself a glass of wine and went out on the back deck to think things over.

By the time Paul arrived home Melissa was long asleep. Paul had called Mike from the airport to see how Melissa was doing and to see how the poker game was coming along. He was surprised to hear that that Melissa had already gone home. Mike told Paul that she had done a great job but didn’t provide any significant details about the party or the spanking. Paul told Mike that he wanted to give Melissa a break tomorrow. It had been a late night and he told Mike that Melissa would resume her spanking on Sunday. Mike agreed to be there Sunday morning.

Paul was relieved to know that the party had gone well. Paul had agreed to Mike’s request but he had  some reservations about allowing his wife to attend the poker party. Paul had seen many positive changes in Melissa’s attitude and she had shown him a real commitment to both him and the marriage. While he was away, Paul had been giving serious consideration to ending Melissa’s rehabilitation period for good. The problem was, Paul was a proud man and he had difficulty admitting he had gone too far. It was hard for him to admit that he had made a mistake.

Mike Hayward silently cleaned up the mess from the poker party. He knew he was fortunate to be able to be able to spank little Melissa, but he wanted so much more from her. He had spent most of the last hour with his fingers wandering near his nose. He could still smell the sweet juice from Melissa’s pussy on his fingers and he wanted to inhale every fume of it until it was gone. He knew he would not be able to touch Melissa in that way with Paul in the room and he needed a plan to better explore the little girl’s sweet sexuality.

Mike’s problem was that he was not smart enough to understand that it was Melissa’s shame that had brought on her arousal nor was he bright enough to put together a plan to humiliate her again. Mike had an open opportunity to humiliate Melissa and take everything from her that he wanted but he wasn’t able to identify it. As Mike stood by the dirty dishes smelling his own fingers it was pretty clear why he had spent so many years alone with his cock. Mike didn’t understand woman very well.

Melissa woke up Saturday morning with the familiar knot in her stomach but also a new itch in her pussy. As she began to get herself out of bed, Paul told her that he had called Mike and told him to take the day off. Melissa sat on the edge of the bed now temporarily free of the knot in her stomach. She thought for a moment about being so completely humiliated in front of the men on the previous night. She thought about Mike touching her pussy while all of them had watched her, then she got back in bed and fucked her husband.

Paul was happy with all the progress she was making.

Later that Saturday morning, Melissa stopped by the grocery store. She waited until she saw Mike working in the produce department and then she shyly approached him. “hey little girl” the big man smiled.

“Hi” Melissa said not able to hold eye contact with him, can I ask you a favor?”

“Darling, you can ask me anything” Mike said as he trimmed a husk of celery.

“Is there anyway you can bring a couple of those guys from the poker game over with you tomorrow, in the morning? Except not Dave, the other guys?”

“I think I might be able to work that out” Mike said a little confused.

“thanks” Melissa said as she quickly vacated the store.

After his unexpectedly good morning, Paul had decided to take Melissa out on Saturday night. Melissa wore her little black dress and delighted Paul with her beauty, her wit and her charm. They had a few drinks, they had dinner and they enjoyed spending time together. Paul talked openly of their new apartment and all the things that they needed to do before they left for New York. Melissa could tell that Paul’s feelings had changed . She knew he wanted her with him as he began his new adventure in New York City.

Her nimble little mind remained busily at work.

After dinner and a great evening at Power and Light District they got into the car for the short ride home. After a few moments Melissa said to Paul, “you know I am reading those books you asked me to read.”

Paul looked at her and said, “Good, but I guess it’s really not that important.”

As Melissa sat in her heated leather seat she could still feel the sting of her last spanking in her well muscled behind, she stared out the window and she never said another word the whole way home.

Paul and Melissa arrived home at about 11:00, they went upstairs and prepared for bed. Paul took his second shower of the evening but by the time he came to bed Melissa was asleep.

The alarm went off early Sunday as it did every morning. As Paul slowly came to consciousness he noticed that Melissa was already out of bed. He reached for the alarm and turned it off. Paul walked to the bathroom and could hear the shower running. Knowing that Mike would be at the house in thirty minutes, Paul got dressed and went down stairs to make some coffee. Paul made the coffee, checked his blackberry and sat down at the kitchen table. He waited for the big man to show up, he knew he would.

He sat there and thought about the spanking. He thought about seeing Melissa naked with Mike again and he wanted it to stop. He thought of swallowing his pride and just admitting to Melissa that he had been wrong. He thought of meeting Mike on the street and just telling him it was all over.

Paul was a proud man with a problem and the problem was no longer Melissa, the problem was Paul. No, he thought at long last “I have made a commitment here, it is Sunday morning and she will be spanked.”

Three minutes later the doorbell rang. Paul walked past the closed living room blinds to meet the grocery man. To Paul’s surprise, Mike had three men with him.

“Mike, what the hell is this?” Paul said clearly irritated.

“You told me I could bring a couple of friends,” the dull man said as he and the men moved inside.

“well yes, but I think that….”

Before Paul could finish, Melissa was at the top of the stairs.

Paul, Mike and the men all watched Melissa Stanford make the entrance she had so carefully planned.

Melissa was cleaned up, she had her make up on and her freshly washed hair perfectly framed her beautiful face. Melissa Stanford descended the stairs looking like the confident young beauty she truly was. She was wearing low rise jeans, a tight fitting purple top complete with a push up bra that made her firm boobs look just a little bit bigger. It was Paul’s favorite outfit and naturally; she knew it.

As Melissa Stanford made her way down the stairs, she looked every bit like a woman who had figured out how to have her cake and eat it too. Melissa was about to reclaim her sexuality from Paul. Melissa was not a dumb girl and she knew her sexuality had great power. She also knew it could cut sharp as a sword.

Melissa walked past her husband and to her daily tormentor. She asked Mike if he would prefer to take his pictures before the spanking today. The big guy said yes. For the next twenty minutes Melissa posed and pranced for Mike and the men as she slowly removed her clothes. For the final few minutes she crawled around the floor on her hands and knees. As she posed for them, she was horny as a fifteen year old boy. Mike filled up the memory card of his camera and he was forced to make some tough choices. With Melissa Stanford now completely nude and Mike’s memory card full she told Mike that she was ready for her spanking. She then opened the front blinds wide, moved the kitchen chair into the living room and lay over the big man’s lap.

Not a great student of irony or a particularly grateful man, Mike spanked the Melissa harder than he ever had spanked her before.

Mike’s poker buddies sat in a line and watched from the sofa. Paul stood at their right unable to divert Melissa from her intended course. Paul thought that she was doing this solely to show him that he did indeed need her, that he didn’t really want others to see her this way. He also figured she was doing this to him as a pay back, “she was sticking it to him.” He understood. She had made the point, he just wanted this to stop.

Paul of course didn’t know was how much this whole thing had turned Melissa on. Paul did not know of her defacing at the poker party and Paul didn’t know how wet and horny Melissa was from again humiliating herself in front the men. Paul stood and watched helplessly.

Mike could feel his erection again growing into Melissa’s stomach. He spanked her hard because he enjoyed it, he loved the feel of Melissa’s young body and he loved to hear her cry like a little girl. To Mike, Melissa’s bottom was a wonderland. It danced and sang a song of his own creation. He smacked her bottom long and hard, the girls discomfort was a thought he was  incapable of understanding. Melissa’s ass was for his pleasure and Mike enjoyed it long as his arm could take it.  As Melissa’s fourteenth (at what was to be her final) spanking continued, she lay wet, still and quiet.

When the spanking finally ended, Melissa slid from Mike’s lap onto the floor. Mike remained seated and Paul moved very quickly draw the whole performance a conclusion. As Paul moved toward the door, he could see his wife was now knelling on the floor massaging the big mans cock through his pants. Paul had seem enough, “All right” Paul declared “Let’s go boys, we’re done all here. The show is over.” Mike remained seated and Melissa continued to her work. The three men sat motionless on the sofa. Paul was the only man standing.

Melissa kept rubbing Mike’s erection for at least a minute. Finally, Melissa looked up at Mike and said, “Mike, tell my husband to sit down and shut the fuck up.” Mike recognized the new pack leader and immediately complied with her request.

As Paul stood alone near the entry hall of his home, he saw Melissa begin to tug at the belt on Mike’s workpants. With the belt undone, Mike stood up and Melissa pulled his pants and boxers to the floor in one full motion. Melissa knew his penis was large because she had felt it pushing into her ribcage every morning, but  she was still a little surprised at it’s girth. Everyone looked at the thick cock standing fully erect in front of Melissa’s small face. Melissa then looked at her husband for the first time since she had descended the stairs, she proceeded to lick the tip and wrap her 23 year old mouth around the 52 year old grocers cock.

Paul had known from the minute he saw his wife at the top of the stairs he was beat and that the rehabilitation period was over. But there was so much that the young executive did not know. Paul watched the man he had invited into his house stand dumbly in his living room while his wife sucked at his cock. Paul watched the scene with shame, humiliation and regret.

Melissa didn’t give a blowjob like a porn star. At a time when every woman has adopted the same twisting turning super porn blowjob, Melissa gave soft, warm and very visual blowjobs. With a face like Melissa’s, you simply don’t have to work that hard at it. Melissa gave the kind of blowjob most guys remember from high school. There was a certain innocence to how she performed and it always reminded Paul of how young and inexperienced his wife was when he married her. Paul stood by the door and watched his wife give “her special blowjob” to Mike Hayward. He couldn’t stop it, he could only hope it wouldn’t go any further.

Through the window, he saw his neighbor.  The neighbor was holding a black lab on a leash and was lingering near his driveway, He was clearly enjoying the show. Making eye contact with Paul, he pulled once on the leash and slowly walked away.

Paul wanted to be in New York, he wanted to be anywhere but standing in his own house and watching his wife sucking off grocer. As he looked  over to the sofa, he could see the other men had all removed their cocks and were lazily stroking them as they watched his wife at her work.

Paul wanted to take it all back. Paul wanted to accept Melissa for who she was and Paul wanted to apologize for humiliating her with Mike Hayward. Paul simply wanted to talk with Melissa.

But she was busy.

Melissa had crafted her final strategy on the ride home the previous night. Melissa loved her husband but she also understood her husband pretty well. Melissa wanted to be Paul’s wife in New York City and she knew she had likely won that right the first Saturday night when she dutifully she laid over Mike’s lap. Melissa was a little too bright to simply accept thirty consecutive days of spankings. She may have been a spoiled little girl, but she figured that she had paid her dues. Melissa thought that if she simply took the power of her own sexuality back from Paul, she could end her rehabilitation pretty quickly and also teach her husband a nice lesson about what she was truly worth.

As a bonus, Melissa also recognized the opportunity to further explore the sexual effect of Friday night’s public shaming upon her. She saw the opportunity to orchestrate another scene of great degradation in which she could wallow, at no charge to herself like a two bit slut. And she was loving every minute of it.

Melissa Stanford was also very aware that the cock in the mouth was very much larger than her husbands. And she knew he would absolutely hate that.

Mike watched Paul’s wife suck his cock. The last blowjob he had received was in a massage parlor when George Bush Sr. was President of the United States. It was ugly,  it was awkward and it was tense. This blowjob was beyond anything he could have ever imagined from Melissa. He stood tall and never took his eyes off her. After a while, Melissa took her mouth off the cock and began to suckle at his testicles. Mike reached down and started playing with her firm little tits. As Melissa felt Mike’s inevitable tension growing, she once again wrapped her mouth around Mike’s cock. As Mike looked down upon her she innocently looked back up at him. She then proceeded to squeeze his balls with her right hand and she winked at him once, with her left eye.

Mike felt the orgasim coming very early. As it grew it picked up powerful momentum. He squeezed down on it as long as he could, determined to enjoy the executive’s young wife as long as he possibly could.

Mike very powerfully but predictably lost the battle; he shot four long torrents of sperm against the rear of Melissa’s mouth, it spread quickly over her tongue and onto the back of her lips. A very small bit of it escaped onto her chin.

She continued at her work and cleaned Mike’s considerable cock gently and fully. She swallowed every drop except the one on her chin.

Paul watched without a response. Paul had watched silently as Melissa directed the final scene in the feature film of his own creation. He could almost hear the narrator’s final cry, “This has been a Paul Stanford production!”

But the film was not over.

With the cock clean, Melissa rolled over onto her back and began to masturbate herself in the direction of the men on the sofa. She was awash in her own lust and she wanted to fully relive herself of it as the poker buddies watched. A moment later, the three men with their cocks at the ready knelt down on the floor with Melissa. The two young men on either side of her  and the older man directly behind her head.

All four masturbated steadily, the men never taking their eyes off the young girl. The two younger guys massaged her firm tits with their free hands. She sucked on the fingers of the older man‘s left hand.

The man on her left was the first to go. He blasted a thick stream that struck the underside of her left breast and then he fully emptied himself across her firm stomach.

The younger man on the right blew out soon thereafter. He fired an opening volley that struck Melissa on the chin, just under her bottom lip. He then forcibly directed his final shots at her small tits.

As Melissa felt the second mans’ blast strike her chin, her orgasm built and began to break free. It broke hard and trembled through the young girl’s body with a power that she was not accustomed.

As her tremor finally began to ease, the older man let go. He lofted a long arcing shot over the girl that landed near her left hip bone. He then dribbled himself out into her hair and on her forehead.

Epilog: They never saw Mike or the men again. The next weekend Paul and Melissa moved to New York and  have only spoken of these events once in the six years since they occurred.

After four more great years of jerking off, Mike died suddenly of a single massive stoke. All his great years of jerking off on planet earth had sadly come to an end.

Mike’s sister later found all of Melissa’s pictures on his old computer and deleted them; figuring they were from an internet download.

Paul and Melissa currently live in New York City and are very happy together. Paul’s career has continued to go very well. Melissa is now 29 and she enjoys the New York lifestyle every bit as much as she thought she would.

Paul still regrets bringing Mike into their lives. He knows now that he should have been more patient with Melissa.  He took responsibility for what happened that Sunday morning and he doesn’t like to look back at it.

When she is alone, Melissa often remembers both the night of  the poker party and the final morning with Mike and other men.

She can still feel a little bit of the humiliation she experienced six years ago, and she masturbates to the memory often.

Once, she even wrote a story about it.