Wife blackmailed at business conference - part two
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Part Two
An evening to remember...
As she has agreed, Maggie Seaver meets Dr. Eric Carlson in the
lobby of the hotel for dinner. As she has been instructed, she
is dressed in an attractive cocktail dress, lingerie, gartered
stockings and high heeled pumps.
"Please, relax," he says as they walk to a nearby restaurant.
"You look lovely tonight."
The evening is warm and a coat is not necessary. They dine at
one of the local restaurants which has a reputation for its
outstanding food and atmosphere. The dinner is been preceded by
a cocktail and then accompanied by a fine wine. Maggie wants to
talk about the previous evening. Eric tells her to not be
concerned. It was a moment of passion. It is a thing that
happened.
His assurances only slightly calm Maggie's anxiety. As exhales
slowly to relax herself, she does not notice the way Eric eyes
her out thrust breasts and shapely nylon covered legs tapering
into her high heels.
They continue talking. Eric Carlson asks about Maggie's
background. She does most of the talking. She describes in some
detail her career and life with her husband and family. The
liquor has added a level of feeling to her thoughts. The food,
the atmosphere and the evening are enjoyed by both of them. They
are pleased with each other's company and return to the hotel.
Eric has paid for the dinner, much to Maggie's protest. He
suggests that they go the hotel lounge for an after dinner drink
and further conversation. Maggie considers declining the offer,
but feels obligated. She suddenly remembers her prior evening's
mistake.
"One drink," she says. "And it's my treat! Really, you didn't
have to buy my dinner. I have an expense allowance." She
immediately feels embarrassed by this last remark. Her cheeks
color faintly.
Remembering the events of the prior evening have again made
Maggie quite uncomfortable even though she has not admitted it
to Eric. As she enters the lounge, she feels a little nervous,
almost guilty inside.
The hotel lounge is quite dimly lit and not particularly
crowded. Maggie had expected to sit at one of the available
tables, but Eric leads her to a tall stool on the far side of
the bar. A wall is close behind the short row of stools. The
effect is to place them in a sort of alcove.
Maggie climbs on the stool with some difficulty due to her short
tight skirt which rides high on her thighs exposing a wide
expanse of stocking covered thigh. She hooks her high heels on
the only rung of the stool. This action forces her knees
slightly upward and causes her skirt to drift even higher. The
darker top band of one of her stockings is slightly visible.
Slightly embarrassed she tugs at her skirt, but with little
effect.
Eric stands next to her. He does not sit on the available
stool. His position affords him an unblocked view of Maggie's
shapely nylon encased legs. He stands between her and the area
where a few customers sit between a number of empty tables, each
with a flickering light in the center of it.
"Keep your hands on the bar," he says matter-of-factly. His
words and tone of voice startle her, but Maggie does as she is
told. Eric states in a stern tone of voice, "I want you to
listen to me very carefully!"
He places his hand on her nylon covered thigh. He lets it slide
up to the top of her stocking. He tucks his finger lightly under
the top of her nylon and rubs her thigh. Maggie stiffens. He
looks her firmly in the eye. His eyes pierce into hers. She
moves her hand.
"Leave your hands on the bar," he hisses in a low voice. "You
don't want to cause a scene."
Maggie does as she is told. She endures his fondling. She
cannot help herself. She is suddenly aware of the nearness of
her pussy to his hand. He with draws his hand and lets it glide
down her nylon encased thigh all the way to her dainty knee.
"You were a naughty little lady last night," Eric says.
Suddenly she feels somewhat defensive. She feels her cheeks
become hot. They are flushed red. "Well, I didn't do it on
purpose," she starts. Realizing what she is saying, she stops
and then continues, "I guess I did fail my responsibility to
Jason." Then she adds hastily, "But, I certainly won't let it
happen again."
Eric orders another round of brandy. Sensing her mood of
uncertainty mixed with resignation, he tells her directly, "I am
going to give you a choice. If you do exactly as I say, you will
return home at the end of the week and it will be as if nothing
ever happened. If you choose to refuse, you will have to take
the consequences. It's funny how rumors begin."
He looks her in the eyes. Time passes. Maggie swallows. She
fidgets on her stool and tugs again at the hem of her skirt
which has once again slid up her stocking covered thighs to
reveal their shapely upper reaches. She almost gulps her drink.
Are you willing to do as I say? Will you agree to go to my room
and do exactly as I say?" he says.
Strangely Maggie's mental answer is yes. She is fearful, but
strangely attracted to Eric. He seems so domineering. The effect
of the liquor she has consumed help as well. In the end she has
little choice. However, she proceeds cautiously.
"Do I have a choice? Is it really something that I should do? I
don't know if I should be willing to do it."
Eric smiles at her and replies in a friendly way, "Oh, come on,
Maggie. Admit it. You know you have a problem. Think of me as
someone who is here to help you with a special problem."
"Please," she whispers as tears form at the edges of her eyes.
"Maggie," he says firmly, "you have a simple choice."
"I see," she replies.
She looks at him once more. His lips silently mouth the word
"yes." She take a deep breath, swallows her remaining brandy and
says, "Well, all right. I guess maybe it would be OK, but you
have to promise to never tell." She lowers her voice and leans
toward him. "Especially since you seem to make me feel like I
have no choice. What are you going to do to me?"
"I am going to discipline you for your errant behavior," he says
matter-of-factly.
Maggie pales. Regaining her composure, she shifts on the stool.
She does not try to fix her wandering skirt. She places her
hands on the bar and grasps her glass. Maggie listens
attentively as Eric explains the basics of a discipline session
to her even though she is still a somewhat apprehensive about
the events to come.
A discipline session has several components he outlines. "First,
there must be a goal to be achieved," he says. "You need to make
a commitment to carry through to the end. You must have pressing
reason."
With Maggie Seaver's full attention, Eric Carlson continues,
"Firstly, you will be required to attain a state of dress which
you will understand to be your discipline outfit. Often special
outfits are used." He indicates that he simply prefers what he
believes is most practical - to require a woman to reduce
herself to her lingerie. Not offering any alternatives, he says
simply, "Maggie, you will have to remove your dress. Being
disciplined in your lingerie will be your equivalent of a
punishment outfit. The session itself will consist of an
assessment the severity of your misdeeds and then the
application of disciplinary actions appropriate for the
situation."
In order to assist Maggie in complying with whatever
instructions he might decide are warranted, he indicates that he
will be more tolerant than usual since this is her initial
session.
Maggie has not registered a word that he has said since he
mentioned that she would have to remove her dress. Although he
does not yet know it, she has worn a lingerie outfit which is
one of her husband's favorites. It consists of a skimpy black
brassiere and panties set with a matching lacy black garter belt
that hold the gauzy taupe nylon stockings which encase her
shapely legs. She is also wearing a matching black slip with
lacy top and short hem.
She is taken aback. She starts to refuse. He interrupts. He
looks at her as if he cannot understand her reservations. Maggie
fidgets nervously on her chair. She remembers that he already
has seduced her. She does have something important at stake. She
says resolutely, "Yes, I suppose I did agree to participate in
this. You aren't going to tell anyone about this are you?"
"Of course not," he replies with a tone of assurance.
Maggie assents by saying simply, "What do you want me to do?"
She shifts on the low backed stool seeking to find a more
comfortable position. She crosses one leg over the other. Eric
runs his hand up her stocking covered leg from just below her
knee to where her stocking top protrudes surreptitiously from
under her skirt. Maggie stiffens but does not resist.
Momentarily he rests his hand firmly on her thigh and looks deep
into her eyes. Maggie drops her head and averts his piercing
gaze.
Satisfied, Eric indicates to her that she should listen
carefully to his instructions.
Maggie is directed to the powder room while he prepares for the
session. As she is going to the bathroom and touching up her
hair and make-up, he is planning what will happen during the
discipline session. The thought of disciplining this lovely
woman in a stern manner excites him. He mentally makes all ready
for Maggie's discipline session.
Having finished fixing her make-up and hair, Maggie exits the
powder room, pausing in front of a full length mirror to admire
herself. She look stunning as she is wearing a tight fitting
cocktail dress, nylons and high heeled pumps. The fact that
beneath the attractive dress she is wearing a sexy lingerie
outfit makes her feel good about herself. She feels a slight
twinge of nervousness coupled with a arousal of her own erotic
curiosity.
Eric Carlson escorts Maggie Seaver across the hotel lobby and
into a waiting elevator. The smartly dressed Maggie attracts the
attention of more than a few of the men in the lobby area. The
elevator arrives at the requested floor. Maggie is led to Eric's
suite. He enters, leaving the door slightly ajar.
She stands in the hall just outside the hotel room waiting to be
summoned into the room. She stands for several minutes. Mentally
she goes over the instructions that she was given before leaving
the lounge.
"I'm going to give you some instructions so you know what to do
when we get to my room." he had said. "I'm the impatient sort,
so I don't want you to get off too far on the wrong foot with
me."
As directed, Maggie Seaver reports for her initial discipline
session...
Maggie Seaver fidgets on her high heels. She feel a
nervousness setting into the pit of her stomach. However, she
listens intently to be called. She has committed to go through
with the discipline session with Eric, so she is not going to
back out now. Absently she fingers the spot made vacant by the
absence of her ring. She understands the meaning of having
something at stake.
Listening intently she hears his command to enter the hotel room
where he is waiting for her. The door has been left slightly
ajar. She enters and closes it behind her. The room is a small
suite with a seating area separate from the nearby bedroom area.
Following the instructions which he has given her, Maggie
advances slowly on her high heels to a position several feet in
front of where Eric is comfortably seated.
"I am ready to accept your discipline," she say hoarsely,
clearing her throat once.
"Very well, Mrs. Seaver," he addresses her. "First you must
learn your name. For tonight you will be called Margaret. That
is your given name, isn't it? Say your name for me."
"Margaret," she repeats.
"Next you must learn how to address me. You will address me as
Sir. Say it!" he orders.
"Sir, I must address you as Sir," she repeats.
"Next you must always attain a proper state of dress when being
disciplined as a signal of your understanding of and admittance
to the need for your discipline. Remove your dress, Margaret!"
Eric gazes intently at the beautiful young woman who stands
before him and fidgets nervously on her high heels. She realizes
it's she to whom he is speaking. It is she who is to do as he
says!
As she hears his spoken command, Maggie gasps slightly. She had
not expected such an immediate undressing. At first she does not
respond. Then, raising her gaze to meet his, she can sense his
impatience from the frown which grows across his face. As she
stands motionless under his increasingly stern gaze, she once
again turns her face downward to avoid direct eye contact with
her increasingly impatient taskmaster.
"Look at him and do as he says," she tells herself mentally.
"Remember his instructions!"
Summoning up her resolution to go through with the discipline
session, she once again lets her eyes meet his. She feel a sense
of shame and humiliation at what she is about to experience. At
the same time, his intense, commanding look also sends a flash
of nervous excitement through her. She feel strangely sexy, sexy
in a vulnerable sort of way.
Reaching behind her back she undoes the clasp at the top of her
tight fitting dress. She then grasps and lowers the back zipper.
Maggie's cheeks redden with embarrassment as she pulls the dress
off her shoulders, letting it fall down over her lacy black slip
and nylon stockings. Daintily standing on first one of her sleek
high heeled pumps and then the other, she steps out of the
dress. As if in practiced fashion, she takes the dress and sets
it on a nearby chair.
Now lingerie clad, Maggie moves quickly and quietly until she
stands opposite him once again. As she does, she once again
tells herself, "Remember your instructions."
Maggie's mind flashes her previous instructions as well as
continued embarrassment. She draw her legs together and drops
her arms to her sides in the position of attention.
"S-Sir," she stammers, "I have misbehaved and I wish and need
you to discipline me so that I might begin to correct my errant
ways." As she speaks these words and suffers his heated gaze a
mixture of humiliation and excitement once again courses through
the lovely, lingerie clad beauty.
"Very well, Margaret," he replies in an almost judicial tone of
voice. "We shall begin with a full confession of your misdeeds.
I shall expect a reply in the most exacting level of detail. No
facts should be left out. Your ability to reply accurately to my
questions will influence the severity of the punishment which I
shall prescribe. Do you understand?"
She nods her head in assent. The mention of being punished sends
Maggie's mind reeling with apprehension. Sensing a need to be on
her best behavior, she adds, "Yes, Sir."
As he mentally prepares to question her, Eric's own excitement
begins to build. After seducing her, he has succeeded in getting
the lovely Maggie Seaver to give concurrence in being put
through a discipline session. He looks at Maggie, his lovely
trainee. She stands before him dressed in a black nylon slip,
taupe colored nylon stockings and tall high-heeled pumps. The
slip has a lacy top which affords some view of the skimpy black
brassiere which is confined beneath it. The hem of the slip is
wide and also of transparent lacy nylon. It ends just below mid-
thigh. Thus a long expanse of Maggie's shapely legs in their
nylon clad sleekness is visible. Her high heels have thin
tapering heels which are judged to be fully four inches in
height. Her carefully combed hair sets off her beautiful facial
features.
With make-up just freshly applied Maggie couldn't have looked
lovelier, or more vulnerable.
Her embarrassment had added a goodly touch of color to her
cheeks as well. Only the narrow black straps of her slip and
brassiere cover her otherwise bare shoulders. The slip clings
tightly to Maggie's body. Her pert breasts, narrow waist and
shapely hips are all in clear evidence.
Clearing his throat, Eric begins to question Maggie in a most
judicial tone of voice. She is forced to stand at attention and
to answer each question in detail. When her answers are vague or
unclear he probes further. Maggie quickly senses that trying to
hide facts would be a useless endeavor.
Over the course of a full ten minutes she confesses fully her
misdeeds and the reasons for her marital infidelity. If this had
been a trial, it would have been obvious to even the most
lenient juror that she is guilty. She begins to realize that she
really does deserve to be punished.
Sniffling at times, Maggie admits full fault for her
unsatisfactory performance. Eric's dissatisfaction is clear and
he shows no mercy on his part. He continues to alternately
question and then lecture her in a stern tone of voice. It was
not until she finally speaks words which indicate her
capitulation that he shows a brief smile.
"Sir, you are right," she says, "I have been naughty. I do
deserve to be punished." But then she add softly, "Please be
lenient with me. I promise to do better. I know I can. I won't
let it happen again."
Having gone through the questions and listening to her own
responses Maggie realizes that her words ring true. She has been
naughty. She has been a poor excuse of a wife. She wants to make
it up in some way. She really does need to be disciplined!
"There are several alternative forms of punishment that I could
consider," Eric explains matter-of-factly. "Some are quite
severe, a bondage session for example. Others would be quite
lenient. Say, for example, standing at attention in the corner
for a period of time; perhaps with your slip having been
removed. What you really need is something in-between, like a
good sound spanking!"
She blinks and look considerably dismayed and shocked at his
surprising words.
"Isn't that correct, Margaret?" he presses the matter. "What you
really need is a good sound spanking, isn't it, Margaret?"
She can feel her cheeks growing quite warm. "Well, yes, I guess
so," she finally admits between deep breaths, knowing that this
is the answer that he is expecting.
"Have you ever had a real spanking, Margaret?" he asks in a
clinically detached tone of voice. "I mean a real spanking. Not
just a few slaps over your clothes!"
"Well, no - no Sir, not really," she admits, swallowing
noticeably. She has occasionally played some spanking games with
her husband, but Maggie has never had a "real" spanking, not
even from her father when she was young. She is apprehensive,
hoping that the telephone will ring or something will happen to
change the subject.
"Mmmmmm," he shakes his head severely. "I'll have to change that
tonight. I thing that a real spanking, one that you know is for
real might go a long way towards correcting your misbehavior."
Maggie's mind begins to reel and she can't think straight. A
spanking wouldn't be as bad as some of the other things that she
guess that he could dream up. Still, it would be very
humiliating to be spanked, really spanked, at her age.
He moves to a long couch which sits directly next to the
comfortable arm chair in which he had been seated. He seats
himself on it and pats one thigh in a business-like manner.
"Come on, Margaret! Over my lap!"
She gulps in dismay at the fate that apparently awaits her. "Oh,
Eric, I couldn't! I couldn't lie over your lap! I'd feel silly!"
she protests, the words spilling out and pouring over one
another.
Her desperate pleas and inventive reasons why she shouldn't be
spanked continue to tumble out, making Eric glow with
anticipation. "Come on, Margaret!" he finally says with a sense
of impatience in his voice. "Stalling around will only make it
worse." Gazing severely at Maggie's trembling, blushing lingerie
clad body, he beckons to her with one hand.
"If I have to have get tough with you, it will be even more
humiliating for you!" he sternly warns her. Although he is
secretly stimulated by Maggie's pleas to save her precious
bottom, he is also running out of patience.
She take a deep breath and gathers up her resolve to get it over
with. She is trying to think, but the shock of the bizarre
sentence which had been imposed has short circuited her ability
to think clearly. The amount of liquor which she have consumed
earlier in the evening contributes as well. Maggie's head is
awhirl and her knees feel as if they might to out from under her
at any moment.
"Come on, Margaret! You simply have to get it over with!" he
tells Maggie with a tone of ultimate finality.
Feeling almost totally numb, she stumbles forward. Her face has
become quite flushed and her lips are quivering noticeably. He
grabs her wrist and suddenly upends her face down over his
capable lap in the traditional, old-fashioned spanking position!
"Hold still, Margaret!" he demands, quickly twisting Maggie's
right wrist into the small of her back to make it difficult for
her to move. "If you don't behave, I'll have no choice but to
tie you up!"
She feels uncertain at the prospect of being tied up. At this
point she is sure that he is capable of anything. She protests
with a touch of submission in her voice. The pressure on her arm
leaves Maggie with no choice but to hold still. She is suddenly
aware of the fact that her short black slip has worked up to
reveal quite a bit of nylon, but there is nothing that she can
do except blush. She suddenly remembers that she is wearing
nylon stockings and not pantyhose. Her cheeks redden even more.
He pauses for a moment to contemplate what is ahead. There are
few things more enjoyable than preparing a fully mature woman
for discipline! The fact that this is his wife's initiation into
the world of discipline by spanking makes it all the more
enjoyable. His observant eyes quickly note the plump fullness of
Maggie's slip-clad bottom and the shapely curves of her nylon-
clad legs. Finally, he reaches for the black lacy hem of her
slip.
Maggie resigns herself to what she know will happen. She tells
herself again that she really does deserve to be punished. She
has been a naughty and she will now get what is coming to her.
Fully in control of her, he slowly draws the slip hem upward to
reveal more and more sheer, taupe-shaded nylon stocking covering
deliciously tapering thighs. It is quite a pleasant surprise for
him, indeed, to discover that, instead of pantyhose, she is
wearing regular stockings that end in two darker bands at the
top, one twice the width of the other. Lightly tanned flesh
emerges from the tops of Maggie's tautly pulled stockings, which
are held up by a lacy black garter belt. The stunningly
provocative sight is more that enough to excite any man. Still
she is humiliated at having had her slip pulled up like it is.
Working with deliberate slowness designed to maximize the
pleasure of each revelation, Eric continues pulling up Maggie's
black slip to reveal more and more delectable thigh flesh
accented by the black garter straps. Finally, he catches his
first glimpse of her matching black bikini panties! The tiny,
sexy garment displays her exquisitely contoured buttocks to
total perfection. Despite his stern manner his heart skips a
couple of beats at the breathtaking sight that suddenly
confronts him. He quickly flips back Maggie's slip fully to her
waist!
Maggie's face is now a deep scarlet color. She thinks about
desperately struggling to reach with her left hand and pull her
slip down. With a sinking feeling she realizes that she
wouldn't, even if she could. She have never felt so totally
undignified and helpless in her life. Momentarily resigning
yourself to her fate, she begin to understand what discipline is
all about!
Eric is thoroughly enjoying the exquisite sight of Maggie's
voluptuous feminine buttocks adorned by black lace trimmed
bikini panties and long, smooth legs enhanced by sheer, taupe
nylon stockings held up by a black garter belt. On her feet, she
still wears the black high-heeled pumps. Her nylon covered legs
were swinging freely in the air, unintentionally making the
sight all the more provocative.
Knowing the reaction it will provoke, an anticipatory smile
appears on Eric's face as he slowly reaches for the waistband of
Maggie's tiny panties!
She remains silent as she feel masculine fingers pressing
against her smooth back and expanding the elastic waistband of
her panties. She thinks about struggling but she knows that will
only make it worse. She has by now totally resigned herself to
the punishment which she fully deserve. She is, however, forced
to endure the supreme humiliation of having her panties lowered
for discipline! He peels the wispy garment down just as slowly
and deliberately as he can under the circumstances. Maggie's
exquisitely shaped buttocks, a shimmering pink-white above her
slightly tanned thighs, come into full view as he pulls her
panties fully down.
She begins to be filled with anxiety at the thought of having
her bare bottom thoroughly spanked. Thoroughly spanked for real.
It is a new experience. Distraught, she desperately holds her
legs tightly together in a frantic effort to protect as much of
her feminine dignity as possible. Her shame and guilt overcome
all else. Twisting around and catching a glimpse of her own bare
bottom, which suddenly seems so very big, she bursts into hot,
salty tears.
Eric is not the least bit moved by the display of emotion. He
has been waiting for a long time to spank Maggie's bottom. The
two cheeks of her lovely upturned ass are quivering in a
shamefully brazen display as her panties have been pulled down
fully below the tops of her nylon stockings. Holding Maggie down
firmly with his left hand and forearm, he raises his right hand
in the air and takes careful aim.
"SMACK!" His right hand lands noisily against the velvety
smooth flesh of Maggie's upturned bottom. He continues the
spanking, landing his hand firmly on first one, and then the
other, of her ass cheeks. Her neck is taught with anticipation
of the next stinging swat. Her hair falls down around her face.
Her shapely, stocking covered legs jerk as if pulled on strings.
Her mouth flies wide open and a contorted grimace suddenly
appears on her pretty face. The realization that she is being
justly spanked on her bare bottom makes the pain of the spanking
only worse. She sobs and endures the stern spanking.
To Maggie, a previously undisciplined woman, it is a timely
realization to learn that a bare-bottom spanking can be so
effective in making her think twice about her behavior! And the
humiliation of having it on her bare bottom makes her feel its
full effects.
Smack! Whack! Splat! Whack!
Completely disregarding Maggie's sniffling and sobs of regret,
Eric applies his hand with strokes that begin above his shoulder
and swing in a wide arc. Each loud whack momentarily flattens
her fleshy ass cheeks and makes Maggie buck up frantically on
his lap as the sharp jolts of pain tear through her buttocks.
Her hair is flying in various directions, she twists and kick
every way she can to minimize the pain. Still she does not try
to escape her fate. She knows that she deserves, for the first
time in her life a real spanking. Nevertheless it is painful.
Tears are soon clouding her vision.
She continues sob in anguish. Her bottom is beginning to feel
hot and prickly all over, and that makes each spank more painful
that the prior one. Whack! Splat! Smack! His eyes are glued to
Maggie's rapidly reddening buttocks. He repeatedly applies his
hand where he thinks that it will be felt the most. As Maggie's
buttocks redden, he begins to spank the flesh of her upper
thighs where it protrudes above the darker top bands of her
nylon stockings. Maggie's shapely, nylon covered legs jerk
wildly and afford him an increasingly enticing view of her lush,
dark brown pussy hair and the plump, pink lips it its midst. She
flops about wildly in his lap. The more she flops the harder he
spanks.
Tears pour down Maggie's cheeks and she is beginning to think
that he will never stop. "Please," she sobs. "I can't take any
more. I'll do whatever you say! I'll be good! I've learned my
lesson!" Her nylon-clad legs flash wildly back and forth in a
manner which leaves her feminine charms wantonly displayed. Her
burning bottom keeps tightening and flexing in a hopeless effort
to reduce the impact of the highly painful blows. Even though
Maggie is not speaking distinctly, Eric understands her and
pauses. It is not his intention to hurt her needlessly, but a
real spanking requires time. He knows that if she were not
crying for real the spanking could not have been meaningful to
her.
She lays passively across his lap, trying to control her
emotions. "That's only the first half of your punishment," he
informs her.
"Please, Sir, I can't take any more. I've had enough. I've
learned my lesson," she sniffles.
At this point she knows better than to try and resist. She
tries to appeal to what she feels sure he wants to hear. "I know
I deserved the spanking. But, please, no more. I can't bear any
more."
Eric talks to her calmly but firmly. Maggie is suddenly a very
contrite young woman. He indicates that while he will not grant
amnesty from her remaining punishment, he will grant her some
relief and commute her sentence to a form of punishment other
than continued spanking, but she has to agree to follow his
instructions exactly. He informs Maggie that he will place her
further spanking in suspension and that she can serve out the
last portion of her discipline by satisfactorily performing
several additional acts of obedience in a satisfactory manner.
Willing to agree to most anything to get out of being spanked
further, Maggie willingly agrees. Her sobs have subsided so that
she can once again speak distinctly. "While I work out the
details of your discipline I want you to stand in the corner
facing the wall. Do you understand?" he continues.
Maggie is in no position to decline. "Yes, Sir," says simply.
He assists her in regaining her feet. Momentarily she nearly
loses her balance on her high heels. Retaining a grasp on her
upper arm, Eric marches Maggie to the corner of the room and
stands her facing the wall. Her face is only inches from the
wall.
"Feet together, Margaret!" he commands.
She complies.
"Raise your slip to your waist and hold it there," he instructs.
She does not turn to look at him. His expression needs no
explanation. In a sign of submission, Maggie Seaver, a lovely
and justly spanked lingerie clad woman, reaches down and grasps
the hem of her black lacy slip. She raises it up to her waist
where Eric adjusts it to his satisfaction. Maggie keeps her face
to the wall as he speaks a final instruction, "You will remain
as you are, slip up and facing the wall, until I tell you
otherwise."
Not thinking otherwise, Maggie nods silently in assent.
Maggie makes a truly stimulating sight. Standing with her high
heels held together, her shapely legs covered in taupe colored
nylon stockings are fully visible from her shapely ankles to the
tops of her thighs which protrude above the two darker top bands
of her nylon stockings. Maggie's panties remain lowered just to
her stocking tops. Her garter belt with its lacy black top and
dainty garter straps which hold up her nylons is also completely
visible beneath.
Eric seats himself on the sofa and gazes intently at Maggie as
she stands in her punishment position in the corner with
stocking covered legs and bare bottom fully displayed.
After a few minutes, his voice suddenly jolts Maggie back to
reality. He stands next to her and once again explains the
nature of her position and the fact that he is placing her on
probation. At his direction she is allowed to pull her panties
once again up over her bottom. This done, she is allowed to turn
to face into the room.
Maggie is allowed to exit to the bathroom, where she is allowed
to repair her make-up and hair. She has been issued a firm set
of instructions and informed that she will be expected to follow
them fully.
She returns to the sitting room, having repaired her make-up and
re-combed her hair. Eric is alone sipping a drink as if nothing
out of the ordinary had happened.
"You really are in need of continuing correction," he says. "I
need to keep you properly focused on your responsibilities."
"What do you suggest?" he muses without really expecting an
answer from her. Maggie does not reply, but dressed in lingerie,
nylon stockings and high heels she stands before him in
silence.
Maggie listens. "Be in your room at two P.M. tomorrow
afternoon," he says. "I will call you and you will do as I say.
Dress appropriately."
"If you follow my instructions, you will earn your release
tomorrow. You may leave now."
Having little choice in the matter, Maggie does as she is
told. What would her husband, Jason, think if he found out?
"Remember that I expect your complete obedience," he says as
she exits the room and closes the door behind her.
End of Part Two
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dodge <pinestar...@excite.com.invalid> wrote:
> Maggie Seaver - Blackmailed Wife at Business Conferenceurant.
thnx dodge. keep it up.
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