Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

A Boy and a good (bad) Girl
OR
A lesson in loving

I was sitting at a table in the Black and White Milk Bar on the Odeon side of the Edgware Road, just a hop, skip and a jump away from Marble Arch.

It was late October of ’52 I don’t remember the day; it was about a week past my 17th birthday.

I was dawdling over my cup of coffee: it was the only one I could afford, and when I drank it, I would have to go back to my lonely room. I was about to take the last swallow when a woman, at least 25 years old, entered the bar. What’s so unusual about that, you may ask? Well, the bar is a teenage bar, we don’t normally see adult women in here.

She wore a white coat and red shoes with 2” heels, and an air of confidence.

She looked ‘round and smiled, I imagine every boy in the place was gaping at her, I know I was.

She looked at me and touched her chin, I realised my mouth was open and shut it, nearly biting my tongue in the process. “Are you looking at me?” she asked.

“I’m looking at you, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you are worth it,” was the first thing to come out of my mouth. She shook her head, and went and ordered a white coffee.

She brought her coffee over to my table and looked down at me. “May I join you?”

I stood up, and said, “Of course, be my guest.” She stuck her hand out and said, “Eve. “A little overdressed aren’t you…?” I asked, trying to make a little joke. She smiled. “And I’m Paul, very pleased to meet you…” my hand was a little sweaty when I shook hers.

“To what do I owe the honour,” I asked, as she settled down in the chair across from mine.

“I beg your pardon…?”

I looked around slowly at the other tables. “There are empty tables and better looking boys. I may have just come from the country, but I’m no hick, are you after something? You don’t feel like a Pro, and if you are, there is no one here who could afford you.”

“If you will walk with me I’ll tell you,” she replied. Fascinated, I decided a walk with her could not hurt, and we left her white coffee untouched.

“My boyfriend is away on business abroad; he only returns twice a year … you appear to have some of his qualities, when you looked at me you looked straight at me, you weren’t shy about telling me that I’m attractive, and you joked about my name.”

“Where is this leading, Eve? I don’t do one night stands.”

She answered sharply, “Neither do I!” She took a deep breath. “Look, I need to explain, and I can’t do this in the street. I live just ‘round the corner … will you trust me for an hour? I have real coffee and even some biscuits.”

“Lead the way, Miss Mysterious, you’ve talked me into it. It was the biscuits that did it, you know. Always my downfall, biscuits!”

We entered a house with only one bell on the door, brass fittings on the door, very smart.

Eve took of her coat, hung it on a coat rack, underneath she wore a calf length skirt and a sweater, a tight sweater, both were muted green. I liked what I saw. She took my jacket and hung it next to her coat. She kicked off her red heels, and left them by the door.

She led into a sitting room with some very expensive furniture. She seated me and went and drew the heavy curtains. I wondered at that.

“How do you take your coffee?”

“Strong, no sugar and a little cold milk.”

I heard her walk down the hall, shortly she returned bearing a tray with cups, saucers, a dish with biscuits, and milk and sugar. “The coffee will be about ten minutes,” she said.

“Why don’t you start explaining what this is all about?” I asked her.

“Can it wait until we are settled?” she asked, seeming a bit nervous.

“Alright – but at least sit down, you are making me nervous.”

She sank down to the floor, half kneeling next to me. It was surprisingly graceful and strangely comforting, her head was level with my thigh, she looked up at me and smiled, she was calm and composed as if she had finally come home.

I took the opportunity to look her over. Long shining brown hair which hung halfway down her back, continuing down the top half of her bum. As I looked, she leaned forward to pluck a loose thread from the rug letting me see the whole round of her bottom, beautiful. She looked up at me again, clear grey eyes under well-formed and defined eyebrows, a sweet, rather long face with full lips, and a firm chin. Her neck seemed long and slender, resting on good shoulders. A very good chest: nice breasts, double B or perhaps C, and then a slightly rounded tummy sitting on nicely rounded hips, the thighs were firm and the legs long. “Like what you see, Paul?” she asked somewhat acerbically.

“Yes, Eve, very much – your boy friend is a very lucky fellow.”

“He thinks so. Oh – I’ll fetch the coffee.” As she walked away, I had a perfect view of her posterior; it had that tilt and sways that called out for a pair of male hands on it, yes I thought, very nice indeed.

Eve carried in a silver coffee pot, the steam coming from it smelled divine. She put the milk in first and then poured, and I took a sip: first class coffee.

Eve sat down again, next to me, this time she kneeled upright with her hands open on her thighs. Looking up to me she said, quickly as if nerving herself, “Paul, the reason I’ve asked you here, is to put a question to you. Now I want you to give me an honest answer, don’t worry about my feelings.”

“OK fire away.”

“If I was your girl and I told you that I’d been a very bad girl, what would you do?”

“Well, obviously I’d spank you. But to make sure that you got what you deserved, I’d need to clear a few things up. Are you sure you mean bad, not just naughty? Bad gets you a real spanking … naughty gets you a fun spanking. And furthermore, have you broken faith or trust? These aren’t cured by punishments, but by splitting up.”

“No, Paul I have not broken any faith, but I’ve been bad, and I need to be punished.”

“Are you quite sure? This isn’t a game, if I punish you will know it, and might regret it,” I warned her.

“I understand, Paul.” Eyes downcast.

“Well then, Eve, I need to know your offence before I can punish you.”

“I have broken several rules that, Adam, my boyfriend gave me. Twice I’ve been to dangerous parts of town on my own, several times I’ve been drunk and I’m rarely in bed by my set time.”

“Well, you have been a bad girl, but I know the cure. Stand up, now, and strip,” I said brusquely.

“But….”

“Do it girl, NOW!!!”

First she removed the sweater. She had no bra underneath. Then the skirt; she undid the belt and then the buttons, and she was wearing no knickers. I looked askance at her. “Adam doesn’t allow me to wear underwear sir.”

“Very well. Now take your socks off and face me, hands by your sides. Good. Come round to my right and lie over my lap, here, give me your right hand.”

Her arse was everything I thought it was, I rubbed it for a minute, then made her open her legs a little, she blushed at that.

(Courtesy of Girl’s Boarding School)

Then I started spanking her, solid hard smacks, each cheek from the crest to mid thigh, after fifteen minutes she was kicking quite wildly, but she still hadn’t made a sound, then after I landed three solid ones on each sit spot, she asked breathlessly, “Don’t you think that’s enough, sir?”

“Who’s decision is that?” I asked sternly.

“Yours, sir, sorry sir!”

“You will be,” I promised her, and continued to spank. Suddenly she stopped kicking and started crying. “Not before time!” I thought to myself, my hand was burning. I picked her up off my knee and cuddled her holding her close to my chest; she put her arms round my neck, hiccupped a couple of times and said a bit shakily, “I don’t think Adam ever spanked me that hard with his hand, Sir! Oh boy, do you know how to spank!” I used my thumbs to wipe away her tears; she gave a little smile, gently released herself from my arms and knelt before me.

“May I thank you for my punishment, sir?” I was a little puzzled but I said, “Of course,” she undid my belt, opened my fly, and took my penis out. He was as hard as I had ever known, Eve gasped, stared for a moment, then licked the pre-come off, she slowly licked and kissed down the shaft and then suckled my scrotum, returning to the glans she slipped the head into her mouth. Working my testicles with her hands she slowly lowered her head, shuffling her knees backwards she aligned her mouth and throat with my penis and swallowed the entire length. The feeling as the glands went into her throat was amazing, she stayed like that for a moment then started moving her head up and down so her throat was massaging the sensitive part just below the glans. While one hand was playing with my testicles, the other was at my anus – this was too much for me. “Eve, I’m coming,” I gasped the warning. She moaned a “Yes!”, and increased the pressure of her mouth and hands; I shook and my semen burst forth, seemingly for several minutes. However long it was, Eve took it all and didn’t spill a drop. When I was once again in a position to take notice, Eve was sitting back on her legs, a big smile on her face; she opened her mouth, it was full of my semen. Then she swallowed, licked her lips and looked very satisfied.

I was astounded. Eve didn’t realise but that was the first time anyone had swallowed my come. I was much moved; it seemed like a vote of confidence.

Eve asked, “May I undress you.” I thought about that, and as I did, my penis showed signs of coming back to life. “Go ahead; I warn you, your punishment isn’t over….”

To Be Continued…© Paul 2008

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